#short shory

[iloveredwineee]

Let me put you through a sweet hypothetical...

Imagine...

He presses you gently against the wall, his lips tracing soft, sensual kisses along the curve of your neck. You're caught between the chill of the tiled wall and the heat radiating from his body — a delicious contrast that sends shivers cascading down your spine. Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling through the strands as you hold him there, unwilling to let him pull away. His hands slip beneath the thin fabric of his your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin as they slowly trail upward, igniting a path of goosebumps in their wake.

His breath hitches when your hips shift instinctively toward him, the space between you practically humming with tension. His mouth finds that sensitive spot just beneath your ear, and the soft sound that escapes your lips only urges him on. You feel his fingers explore your upper body, slow and deliberate, learning every inch of you like a language he’s desperate to master.

Your heart pounds in rhythm with his, your bodies drawn together by a force neither of you can name — only feel. The world fades into a blur of heat, breath, and longing, the moment stretching out endlessly as he kisses you like you're the only thing he's ever wanted.

Time doesn’t exist here. Just the wall, his hands, your breath, and the way he whispers your name like a promise against your skin.

Wouldn't that be lovely?

[ithinkthingsaboutstuff]

The Light of the moon

(The Light of the moon- an original story based off a wonderful video about a transwomen mourning her dead self.)

He always looked happy, didn’t he? He looked so full of life, like he belonged, like he knew what to do, but he didn’t. He hid it all so well, what he really was or rather what he wasn’t. He fooled everyone even himself, oh the lies he told, they all seem so distant now. What is a lie in the echo chamber of denial, is it a dulled whisper or a tapping on the back of your skull that slowly drives you mad?

Do others still love him?

Can I still love him?

Am I allowed to still love him?    

Can anyone love what was empty if he even existed at all. Was it just the light of the moon that filled the dark corners of the empty spaces, was that all he was the thin light of the moon? What is left of him if he did in fact exist. What part of him shines though or was it truly just the light of the moon that made him shine so bright. When the moon was gone the darkness set in, with no more light left to reach it.

What is left of him?

How much of him was always me?

My face has changed but I still have his smile. My body has changed but I still see his eyes looking back at me. I have freed myself from the lies and his voice is no longer in my ears or stuck in the back of my throat.

But now that he is truly gone, can I mourn him, should I mourn him? He was never real he was a trick of the mind. I wonder who he would have become, if he can see me now and is happy for us.

As I love who I have become but I still see him,

in the light of the moon.      

[jefferoni-quotes]

Aisidjdwpal

After I slid, I dug. June drawled. Was PayPal accepting? Loser.

[firstprinceherondale]

Asterin had been gutted. She had been peacefully looking at the violet sky in anticipation of nighttime. That was one of the few advantages of being on a pirate ship, she thought. A clear view of the constellations. But then she felt something sharp press against her back, a strong arm curling around her throat. The steel weapon pierced her skin and curved against her insides, puncturing her organs, starting the timer that counted down to the end of her life. And all of that . . . for what? So that this short story could start with a hook?

gotcha

[v-shxook-blog]

Jungkook -Hickey-

You were over at your boyfriend's house today to have a "sleep over" or at least that's what Jungkook said but you knew he meant it another way. Puberty hit him way too hard and you knew he couldn't control his hormones, so what could you do? Not like you would deny him anyways. Who would? When you entered his shared apartment with Jimin, he peppered your face with butterfly kisses before going to the bathroom to take a shower. You giggle and tell him okay as you put your stuff down and plop down on the sofa looking around. This place hasn't changed one bit but at least it's cleaner. You smiled slightly. "Hey Katie." You turn your head to the familiar voice and there was Jimin standing in the doorway with a smirk plastered on his face. "Hey Jimin, long time no see." You said casually and waved a hand at him. "Long time no see indeed." He walked over slowly and sat down way too close to you. He was wearing a loose white tank top that stuck to his masculine chest. There was a light layer of sweat on his body probably because he was dancing a few minutes ago. You shift uncomfortably and glance at him. "Sooo, how have you been?" You say awkwardly and clear your throat. He shifted and you could feel his eyes staring into your soul. Okay, maybe not your soul, maybe your chest.  I feel so violated right now.  "Oh just dancing, minding my own business, studying, and of course missing you. Nothing new." He said and shrugged with a wink like it was the most easiest question ever. "Oh...I can tell you were dancing. You reek of sweat." You nod slowly.  "Right. Anyways, you're sleeping over today?" Jimin said totally ignoring your statement. He bent his arm, purposely flexing it, and rested it on his head. "Yup." You nodded again. What is this tension between us. "Where are you sleeping? You should sleep in my room! We can share the bed." He asked, lowering his voice at the end of the sentence.  You blinked. What is this boy up to? "Actually, I'm sleeping in Jungkook's room." You let out a dead chuckle.  He raised a brow as he leaned in closer to you and his lips, "But you can always sneak into my room." You were caught off by his devilish smirk until you jumped from hearing your boyfriend's voice. "Yeah, but like hell that's happening." You mentally breathe a sigh of relief while Jimin retreats and sends his best friend a glare, which Jungkook returns. "Get the off my girlfriend and stay in your own ing lane before I make your face as bloated as your big ." Jungkook snapped which made you flinch but you kinda liked it. No scratch that, it was a freaking turn on. "Damn, Jungkook. I'll just leave anyways since it looks like you two are gonna tonight." Jimin rolled his eyes and grabbed his leather jacket that was placed on the other couch. "See you, Katie." He sent you a winked and turned to give a boring gaze at your boyfriend, "and bye disrepectful, kid." He slammed the door and you sat there dumbfounded. "You okay, babe?" Jungkook sat where Jimin sat previously and pulled you onto his lap. You realized his gaze and voice softened and it just melted your heart. "Yeah.. I'm fine." You whisper. After a few seconds of staring into each other eyes, your lips connected with his. It was sweet and passionate at first but that made a 180 turn as it turned rough and heated.  "Finally.." You hear him breathe out a sigh of relief into your mouth. You smirk into the kiss and wrap your arms around him as he wraps his around your waist safely but tightly. You know he just took a shower but damn did he smell good. He parted his and your lips and targeted your neck. You swallow hard as he bites your collarbone roughly. "Gotta show them who's mine and mine only." You hear him mumble against your collarbone. He smooths it with his tongue afterwards and you let out a breathy moan, the words "I'm yours" following after. He chuckles deeply and makes his way up to your lips again, connecting it roughly before pulling away again. You stare into his lustful eyes and stuck out your bottom lip. He his lip and cupped your cheeks from behind, pulling you up.  "We're taking this to my room." He whispered and picked you up from his waist as you cling onto him for dear life. Finally.

[everydaybrautigan]

The Lost Chapters of ‘Trout Fishing in America’: Rembrandt Creek

Rembrandt Creek looked just like its name and it was in lonely country that had very bad winters. The creek started in a high mountain meadow surrounded by pine trees. That was about the only real light that creek ever saw because after it had gathered itself from some small springs in the meadow, it flowed off into the pines and down to a dark-tree-tangled canyon that went along the edge of the mountains.

The creek was filled with little trout so wild that they were barely afraid when you walked up to the creek and stood there staring down at them.

I never really went fishing for them in any classical or even functioning sense. The only reason I knew that creek was because that’s where we camped when we went deer hunting.

No, it was not a fishing creek for me but just a place where we got water that we needed for our camp but I seemed to carry most of the water that we used and I think I washed a lot of dishes because I was the teen-ager and it was easier to have me do those things than the men who were older and wiser and needed time to think about places where deer might be and also to drink a little whiskey which seemed to aid thoughts of hunting and other things.

“Hey, kid, take your head out of your ass and see if you can do something about these dishes.” That was one of the elders of the hunt speaking. His voice is remembered down trails of sound-colored hunting marble.

Often I think about Rembrandt Creek and how much it looked like a painting hanging in the world’s largest museum with a roof that went to the stars and galleries that knew the whisk of comets.

I only fished it once.

I didn’t have any fishing tackle, just a 30:30 Winchester, so I took an old rusty bent nail and tied some white string onto it like the ghost of my childhood and tried to catch a trout using a piece of deer meat for bait and I almost caught one, too, lifting it out of the water just before it fell off my nail and back into the painting that carried it from my sight, returning it to the Seventeenth Century where it belonged on the easel of a man named Rembrandt.

-Richard Brautigan

[insomniaccounty]

It was about dawn as the light from the sun had been beating on the ship. One could hear loud groaning from barracks amongst the pirates. There was a loud sound that was from the captain yelling to get up.

The caretaker known as Sleepy, known by their nickname, had been going around making sure everyone had gotten up and went to go eat as she had prepared bowls of fruit, fish, and potatoes for all of them. Afterwards the Captain had spotted her at the pole holding the flag to make sure the wood was polished.

The captain, out of worry, went up to talk to her of course asking if she slept, the question did make her nervous, causing Sleepy to stutter a little that she did sleep but not much due to a nightmare. The captain did understand she had a nightmare however still insisted Sleepy go back to her bed and rest a bit.

[dargons-and-virbs]

If you like the story so far...

... GET GEARED UP! There’s an origin story in the cards, I’m working it out now. I spent yesterday fine tuning my plan, so I should have it ready to go sometime in the next couple days. Stay tuned for more.

I know this blog has like no followers at all but like if you’ve got a request, something about my stories or a concept you’d like me to explore, feel free to submit. I can always write one-shots while I’m working on the other ones. I also have two completely separate story ideas, but those are going to end up being strictly one-shots and not series.