Killing JennyKilling Jenny He had always loved Jennifer –desperately, endlessly, loved her the way he could, loved holding her tight in his arms. So that evening's Jennifer had come out as something out of his own mind's conception; he still couldn't clearly recount her words, her "ain't-got-time-for-this" lack of reasoning and her hurried, inconvenienced dash through the door. That bell had rang furiously, the bell she had got for him at some point and hung over the doorknob; it was a sound of wreckage. It was –let's see, it was right after Jennifer had moved, and he –he had bought that Bourbon bottle to celebrate with her. And after sh
Drive FasterCan she keep a secret?She’s lured in by the promise of the backseat and a glass like lake under the stars, where the sky is blacker than my heart and the clouds never show. We climb into the car and I lock the door, her face falls and panic sweeps over, she turns to speak, but her cry is lost with speed.Drive faster!Her face is panicked, she knows what’s coming and she tries to keep calm. There are too many people like that, trying to help me cope. ‘’Let me take a little more off your mind,’’ I soothe; her expression doesn’t change and fixes on the grin seeping across my face.‘’We were s
Crashing TideHer knuckles turned whiter and whiter as she clung on to the cliff edge digging her nails into the earth. Moss and dirt forced under the ivory. She pleaded in a whisper I could hardly understand, but all I could do was stand and stare.I heard the tumbling of rocks and her eyes grew wider. Her body was writhing frantically as she opened her mouth. She was screaming but I couldn’t hear her.I'd pushed her.The scene replayed in my mind, the struggle. I held her arms tight, and she pinched me, hard, on the inner thigh, the best place. The pain sent a surge of anger through me, and I launched myself at her, arms outstretched and se
Mr BrightsideI never should have let myself fall in love with her.One moment of weakness led me to her, an insect to a venus, and now I can’t get her out of my mind.She’s perfection. Glistening aqua eyes set against pale porcelain skin, full blood red lips and the portrait framed by golden glossy curls. Her voice is honey on silk – sweet, smooth and every syllable dripping slowly, luxuriously and teasingly off her tongue.The first time I saw her, I was a mess. Lonely, depressed, dragged down by the fact that there was simply nobody to care about me.She told me her name was Scarlett, in a way that made it obvious - if it wasn’
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