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[fakesurprise]

My Love Was Not The First I Kissed

Chapter 1

Heroine had not expected her first kiss to be like this at all. She had expected to end up with a foot raised, with the sound of music and the strains of true love singing in the air around her. She had not expected his hayseed breath, the slobber as he found her nose before her lips and the way his braces caught the edge of her lip as he drew back, a flush to match his freckles spreading over his face as he stared down at her. She managed to pull her lip free, staring up at the gap between his front teeth with a small feeling that might have been despair coursing through her, her own breath coming short and short as her asthma began to act up.

It should not be like this came to her, the thought half her own, but he looks down anxiously and fumbled into her own pocket for her inhaler, his eyes sky-blue, his hair the deep colour of corn and his concern for her blew away the lingering doubts that occluded her heart as she stood on her toes and tries for the second kiss. 

[iwriteoutofnecessity]

Pomegranate

Note: prompt given by mslabyrinth. Thanks!

My pomegranate heart is exposed, syrup dripping down chapped lips, fingers scooping out seeds to place in mounds of nutrient rich dirt, a crown resting upon a corrupt king's forehead whose only contribution was loving his subjects.

I feel locked inside this chamber, your hand reaching through the bars, the outline of your body pressed against the walls inside my head, and I'm still waiting for these roots to branch out and bloom.

[coffeecupwriter-blog]

Prompt- what gives you pleasure?

Nights that feel like Noontimes Shadows that dance on the Sidewalk Lens flares and music Notes Clocks that tick out every Second Chocolate cakes and coffee Beans Butterfly kisses and bear Hugs Stained glass transmissions on Skin Dust motes first thing in the Morning Sunsets and sunrises and fog and Clouds.

And if I’m not allowed to say Love I’ll say the opposite of Hate.

((Oops ok this was the first draft I wrote on the bus and thought I lost it eternally to bad reception so I guess it's not lost lol.... popped up two hours later... alright... but I liked this one better so I'm leaving it up. Tee hee. ))

[coffeecupwriter-blog]

Pleasures

a prompt: what gives you pleasure?

Polka dots and

moonbeams

Lens flares and music

notes

Bubble baths and tingly 

feelings

Shadows that dance on

sidewalks

Chalk dust and saw dust and dust

motes

Mornings and nighttimes and 

noontimes

Sunrises, sunsets, fog, and 

clouds

Tears of joy and laughter for 

sadness

Cupcakes and sprinkles, chocolate and

coffee

Fireworks and full moons, and really, the moon

always 

And, if I'm not allowed to mention

Love,

I will have to say: the absence of

Hate.

[purplemonkeysexgod69]

or both.

mslabyrinth

[p-x-r]

How are you, Phil? :)

It's always the simplest questions that are the toughest to answer it seems, haha.

I'd say I am doing really well, the semester is coming to a close and it has been a long one. Academically it has been great and I have accomplished a lot and been given many opportunities and spotlit for my hardwork  which feels good. Emotionally, this fall has been a rollercoaster and I think I've learned a lot about myself and other people as well as how I affect other people. I've learned a lot about caring for another person deeply, I've learned to care about myself more deeply.

It's hard to say, I still feel like I am struggling immensely with some residual depression from the summer months, but it goes in spurts and I do the best I can and have too many wonderful people in my life to let it get the best of me.

How are you, Ari?

[dontcryitsonlymike]

mslabyrinth replied to your post: Good Morning

Oh well. There goes my goodnight note. XD

I believe I know what that meant, and thanks Ari.  That made me smile and it's always wonderful to have you around.  :)