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He delicately runs a finger down her arm, gazing lustily into her eyes. She blushes a little and bashfully returns the gaze with her own.

The red satin dress she wears is thin and she shivers in the cool night air. He moves closer and puts his jacket around her shoulders. The scent of his cologne drifts to her nose and she catches her breath as her heart skips a beat.

Watching her tenderly and with a little smile, he strokes her cheek softly with the back of his finger. She glances at him and puts a hand over his, he goes to move it away but instead, she pulls it close and kisses his palm.

He gently brushes the hair out of her eyes and blushing, she looks down, hiding them again. He places a finger under her chin and calmly raises her head so she is forced to look at him. Her eyes are a soft shade of lavender, framed with long dark lashes, while his are the deepest sea-green.

Staring deep into his eyes, she imagines the ocean, so wild and free, mermaids and dolphins; a kingdom of its own beneath it all. She can smell the salt and feel the wind whipping through her clothes, it calls to her.

While she is imagining this, he is seeing fields of lavender and violets. Whole vast plains of purple, waving in the summer breeze. He can smell their soothing aroma on the warm air, and hear the bees humming softly from flower to flower.

Coming back to reality they both sigh contentedly and smile, knowing that they have a bond together, they have both seen other’s soul and each calls to the other.

He kisses her softly, and she returns it with passion. He pulls away as she does and runs a hand gently through her silky brown hair, holding her close. She smiles and puts a warm hand on his cheek, slowly running it down his neck to his chest.

He kisses the top of her head and she leans into him, holding him tightly, knowing they’ll never be apart again, for as long as they live.

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DrCullen
13:12 Apr 21 2009

*passes out*



FIREDRAKE! You are the awnswer to my non sexy story dilema!

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WolfenVampire
13:15 Apr 22 2009

That's so beautiful. Romance can be such a beautiful thing. =^_^=

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“Shut up, just SHUT UP!” I yell at her, covering my ears. “Stop all this fucking NOISE!”

She’s kneeling on the floor in front of me, bawling her eyes out. It’s going straight to my head and rattling around like rocks in a tin can.

“What is all this RACKET for?” Arrrgh, I’m going crazy inside my own mind, stupid BITCH “STOP THE DAMN NOISE!!”

Ignoring me she sinks to the floor and curls up, sobbing louder and louder. Its like a wailing siren in my head, I have to stop this.

I grab a tin off the bench and hurl it at her, trying to get her attention. It thuds dully into her side, but the wailing continues.

I don’t understand, she keeps doing this! It’s driving me CRAZY!

I pelt her with more tins; each item hitting her squarely with a dull thud. One of them clips the side of her cheek and makes a small cracking sound.

She screams; I squeeze my eyes shut tight and hurl the last tin. Something sounds like a gunshot and the room goes quiet. I can hear my own heart pounding and my breathing is ragged.

Holding my breath and slowly letting it out, I open my eyes.

There on the floor is my girlfriend, blood leaking from her shattered skull. Shaking I sink slowly down the wall, hands on my head and I sit with my eyes closed, just rocking back and forth.

What have I done? No, this can’t be real, I didn’t…I couldn’t…..

After a while I crawl over to her body, not daring to touch it for fear of making it real. Fear of admitting to this.

Sobbing quietly I whisper “It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t…..”

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xXShadowDravenXx
03:35 Apr 20 2009

This is amazing honey, its a brilliant story

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WolfenVampire
13:28 Apr 22 2009

That's sad but good. I like emotional stories and this one works sister. ^_^ Great job.

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The love in his eyes burnt bright as he gazed across at her. I stood to the side watching them, jealousy eating right to my bones. I hated seeing them happy, seeing them have everything I was forbidden. But I tried not to let it ruin our friendship, or their relationship, not that they ever noticed anything but each other anyway.

As he stared into her eyes, I wondered what it might be like to have someone as loving and dedicated by my side. Ok, so I was only eighteen and full of hormones, but maybe one day, just for a while, I’d know the love that these two shared. Not likely, but hey, what do I have to lose? Can’t hurt to try right?

Yeah, maybe I did have something to lose after all, like my house, my money, my friends, my dignity. Yessiree he took them all, and beat me within an inch of my life every time he came home drunk, or had a bad day, or even because I burnt the dinner or was five minutes late putting it on the table. And Goddess forbid I came home late from work on a weeknight.

Whether it was any of those things or just simply that he was tired and grumpy, I’d always have a fresh set of bruises to cover up the next morning before work. Oh, sure they were always easy to cover up, but that doesn’t stop them hurting like a bitch if you touch them or accidently bump them against a desk.

But after a while I adjusted to his ‘routine’ and we got around the beatings if I was good, had cooked nicely, or was compliant in bed.

Yeah, in accordance to his nature, the sex was rough and nasty; the first time we ‘made love’ was an achievement in itself. If he hadn’t been so strong I would’ve run for it, bugger the beatings that would follow. No, the sex with Daniel was more like rape than love-making.

Of course, he thought he was Goddess’ gift to women, thought that every girl worth her salt ought to be chasing him down to get a piece of what he had to offer. But they never did. No-one in their right mind would chase after this guy, with his scarred face and filthy clothes. Most good girls (and even some of the worse ones) steered well clear of him, no fear.

But today is my day; today we go to court and I (hopefully) get all my stuff back. I saw him just before they called us inside, chatting up a rather timid-looking receptionist, poor girl. He was right in her face; she must have been terrified; I could see her eyes darting around looking desperately for a distraction.

Well, we’ve been called up and we’re ready to give our testimonies. I have got a great lawyer; we’ve actually organized a small unofficial ‘date’ to celebrate, if all goes according to plan.

Daniel’s hired a skanky blonde, ‘barbie-doll’ barrister; he can’t stop staring at her ass through the whole trial. Ok, I’ll admit, my guy is pretty attractive too, but I’m not gawking at him for every second of the whole thing. And I doubt whether I’ll have to pay him extra to stick around afterwards either. I do have a nice bottle of champagne stowed away in my refrigerator, though.

Ok, trial over! Thank Goddess for that, and I think I got most of my things back as well. He can keep the damn car, I just want him out of my house and he can take all his shit with him. I also got a restraining order on him, so after he’s been kicked out he can’t come within a two mile radius of me or my kids.

Yeah, that’s right, I’m pregnant, one of the reasons I want him out of my life. It’s not his anyway; one of my over-comforting friends, well, you know how it goes. Daniel doesn’t know (for obvious reasons) and neither does the father. The guy’s married and it’s just unnecessary to worry him. He doesn’t want word of our little ‘sleep-over’ to get to his wife, and telling him he’s got another kid on the way would totally freak him out. Besides, I don’t mind, I’ll be glad of the distraction.

I don’t know what I’m going to do when I finally get Daniel out of my house, it’s going to be weird not having him around all the time. I guess I’ll get used to being alone again, but with the new baby I suppose I’ll be busy enough not to notice. I might get a dog, just to keep me company until the baby arrives, and guys like dogs; maybe I could invite Tony (my barrister) around to help me train it. He’s a sweet guy, and it would be nice to cook for someone who appreciates it.

Oh well, time to catch the taxi back to my place, I’m going to start emptying the drawers of all the shit Daniel’s left behind onto the front lawn like they do in the movies. I’ve always wanted to do that.

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Slain
08:18 Apr 14 2009

Hmm hHmm.. Keep it up. :)

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If looks could kill, this would be a death stare. Cold, heartless eyes, glaring at her. Trembling in fear, she whimpers weakly. He advances on her, arms limp by his sides, the feeling and emotion gone out of his face. She backs up against the wall, sobbing quietly.

Moving briskly, he whips off his belt, wrapping the leather around his wrist, leaving the buckle hanging. A petrified moan escapes her lips and she clamps a hand over her mouth. Eyes wide and breathing shallow, she sinks to the floor. He grabs her hair and yanks it harshly, roughly wrenching her up again.

Suddenly he whips the belt around, the buckle cracking loudly against her ribs. She cries out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

Quietly and calmly, without any feeling, he leans close and says in her ear, “This is your punishment; you did the wrong thing, now you’re being punished.

“I don’t like doing this, but you don’t learn; you leave me no choice.”

Cracking the belt across her back, he pushes her away and walks to the kitchen sink.

Sitting on the draining board is a sharp butcher’s knife. He drops the belt and picks up the blade, turning back to see her cowering by the sofa. Scornfully he yells at her to get up and strides across the room to tower over her menacingly.

Instead of waiting for her to rise, he impatiently grabs her arm, his fingers biting painfully into her flesh, and he forces her to her feet.

He marches her to the bathroom and orders her into the bath. He ties a scarf around her head like a mask, and turns the taps on, letting the water soak through her clothes.

Ripping her shirt open, he presses the cold steel blade against her skin. She gasps and shivers reflexively as he slides the flat of the blade down her arm.

Paralysed with fear, she lies motionless in the slowly filling tub, unable to move a muscle.

As he slides the sharpened edge across her wrist, he whispers in her ear, “I love you.”

As she whimpers and the blood sluggishly drips onto the tiled floor, a tear slips down his cheek and he kisses her softly, mumbling over and over, “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m so sorry….”

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Slain
20:13 Apr 04 2009

I felt this somehow... Wow.. Its awesome. Hmm... what did she do?

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With fire in his eyes he studies his opponent. They circle each other, sizing up strengths and weaknesses. Together they lunge and strike, swords clashing in unison, armour glinting in the sun.

For hours they move this way, as though trapped in an eternal dance. As they tire, they make mistakes; a misjudged strike, a misplaced foot. Reflexes impaired by fatigue, they begin to accumulate bruises and minor injuries.

Suddenly with a burst of energy and one final thrust, the sword is plunged deep into his abdomen. His face contorts in shock and pain. He fumbles for the hilt, but his hands slip on the blood pouring from the fatal wound. His opponent flees and disappears into the trees, not waiting around to watch his victim to die.

The wounded soldier slumps to his knees, shaking and weeping. He looks up to the heavens and as his eyes glaze over, he sees a soft white glow.

A moment later he stands over his broken, bleeding body. A beautiful lady stands opposite him with elegant white wings and a flowing white gossamer dress. She raises her sparkling blue eyes to meet his sad slate-grey ones and holds out her hand to him. He takes the offer without hesitation and without looking back, simply holding her gaze as well as her hand, he follows her into the light.

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SuicideDoll
17:01 Apr 01 2009

Very lovely story

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