#bedtimestorys

[christophermoonlightproductions]

Reading #OscarWilde's #ThrCantervilleGhost to my girls for their #bedtimestory. We ain't messing around with our #bedtimestorys. Besides it's #funnyashell. #bloodstained

[christophermoonlightproductions]

I weep #tearsofjoy every time I read #RayBradbury and weep even more of them because my children request him for their #bedtimestorys. #Homecoming #FromTheDustReturned #OctoberCountry #reading #Bradbury

[lilatatty-blog]

#elfoftheday #11words #365DaysOfPoetry #LyricLove #AllWrite #Day42 #BedtimeStorys #SenseOfHumor

[lilatatty-blog]

#elfoftheday #AllWrite #LyricLove #BedtimeStorys

[suenamiart-blog]

Hunger/Hunger

He looked at me. His gaze seemed to pierce me formally. Like he could look into the darkest corners of my soul. Heat rose up in me and I had to work hard not to fall on him. I could hear his pulse clear what made me even crazier. My thoughts only revolved around one thing: His blood. It was a dangerous situation. For him and for me. He did not know what I was, and should remain so. Then it happened. I could smell his desire formally and he took a step toward me. I involuntarily recoiled. I knew if he gets too close, I could not hold me back. And I did not want to hurt him. His eyes clung to me and he looked at every part of my body. He took me exactly under the magnifying glass. That made me even more nervous. Suddenly I could not flinch. I stood at the cold wall and had no means of escape. His desire I could clearly see in his eyes. It flickered like fire and I knew that I seemed to look at him in the same way. He stood close to me and I could smell him. His sweet smelling blood and it made me mad. “What are you …?” ,he whispered to me and I felt his hot breath on my lips, so close he was to me already. I brought no sound on the lips only my hot breath. I felt my blood flowed into my eyes and they changed significantly. My lips began to tingle as his lips touched me tenderly. He did not blink, had me firmly in its sights. I could not stand up and tried to look past him. His hot breath, his proximity, it made me mad. I was afraid for his life and mine. Because we came from two different worlds. He was my booty and I his Slayer. And vice versa. He was one of those who chased us. And I knew him had long been clear what I am. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. Therefore circled my thoughts. But he pulled me out of them, as he made something that brought to me melt. He kissed me. Demanding and greedy.

[suenamiart-blog]

Freedom/Freiheit

>> Now it all makes sense all around me. I close my eyes and my trembling lungs suck the cool morning air in . Every fiber of my body is shaking with excitement. I can feel them. They dance under my skin, greedily waiting to be released. They want to finally break through and loll in their full size. One last breath and I make two steps forward. I hold my breath when I fall suddenly. My whole body tingles and then everything happens very quickly. The conversion is neither painful nor unfamiliar. And then they shoot out of my shoulder blades. Huge, dark-red, glowing wings. They stretch and a cry of joy escapes my throat and mixes in an inhuman growl. Every muscle, every fiber is traversed with it. Freedom. Just before I threaten to pitch on the ground, I propose once vigorously with the wings and shoot up. I’m finally free.

[playtimetoyunboxing]

♥️A lovely short-story for this time of the year😷😰😪

[dlora]

And then she told herself, 'Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.' And then she never felt anything again.

via @chillstate