|Sweet but Psycho, the bad guy, a perfect skin with a devilish grin, you decide.|
Finish the story below and tag your letter "storytime".
He sat on the edge of his bed. Staring at his feet. Where did I go wrong. "How could I make this same mistake over and over again. I never change. I guess I'm lucky no one ever found out." He stands up from the bed and...
Looked at her, still sleeping. She seemed so peaceful, so relaxed, not a single trace of doubt, totally aware of the facts, completely innocent. Something inside his chest got tight and tight when those blue eyes delineate that body he loved so much, safe under the covers. She might know by the morning when the cops came. She would hate him probably for the rest of their lives - his shorter than hers in jail, likely....
I think I love you.
I love you without a beard and I love you when you let it grow up.
I love your hardheaded manners and when you gives in to me.
I love your way to see things so much that it even gets bad.
I love when your hair gets long, especially when you cut it.
Love you skinny and when you turns chubby. I love it so much that I even get sick, I love you to infinity. Love is so violent that it is not even beautiful.
It opens bowels and spreads inners, Blood spills on the floor. Makes whole rivers cry and it speeds up the heart.
But I love it, I love it so much, it's worth seeing. And as much as I sometimes doubt, I think I love you deeper.
It was just another ordinary day. On the street, I was one of the millions of girls in their early twenties, maintaining a busy routine between private college and a suburban job that barely paid the bills.
As usual, I crossed the same slope. The jumble of houses, the sewage puddles, the people always staring, the damn railing-covered wasteland that looked like a chicken farm ... Everything, exactly everything, was just like every other day.
I could have sworn the boss would never leave. Usually I get off at 7:30 pm, however, when I'm out of work, I tend to run away from the office at 5:00 pm if nobody's around. And as I always did, I took the keys and the streets of my quaint little town ...
I still remember the first time your little hands cupped around one of my fingers while I was rocking you to sleep. Back then, those big green eyes, already so curious, yet so afraid, they just asked one thing: would you take care of me? And I tried, actually I've been trying really hard even though sometimes I just couldn't be close enough to avoiding you from falling or getting hurt.
You turn eighteen today, a dangerous and so amazing age to a human's life. I can't hold the back of your bike's bench when you were going too fast anymore because... Now you're too far for me to reach you with my bare hands. But I still watch you from distance, you know? Even those times when you...
This beautiful girl, stuck up there
High in her castle, she can only stare.
For those here below, who think she's special:
Underneath her freezing heart,
She's nothing but skeptical.
Finish the story.
"All electricity was gone in the whole world. Dark days were ahead. Luckily she was prepared.... "
Father always told her to never run out lanterns and emergency lights. He was a drunk douchebag, but sometimes, that taverns philosophy turned useful in desperate moments. That was definitely one of those. This way, with a small "click", Jane illuminated the room a little bit more and, while her pale eyes followed the light globe around, looking for invisible monsters or any intruders, that pretty little heart started a parade in her chest.
- You can't have all batteries wasted in ghost hunting, girl... - She muttered to herself. With firm steps, that slim body climbed down...