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The BreakWe laughed as we walked up the deserted field. School was out for fall break and the football platers were just leaving from practice let out early.
"Nuh uh," I laughed shaking my head at our discussion, "watching anime is far better in Japanese with subtitles then in English," I scoffed. he just shook his head in denial.
James was a tall bruntette with shoulder length hair that looked permanently wind blown to the left side of his face. He managed to pull it off. He was wearing baggy, faded, ripped jeans that were held up with two multicolored studded belts. The shirt he wore was snug but not skin tight and featured a designer brand from Hot Topic with a cupcake and cross bones.
He had fairly tan skin that was as flawless and had soft features more fit for a females face then a males. He had plump lips that were accesorized with two rings called snakebits. He had a constant flush of rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes.
"I just like it in English better. I feel like I'm missing
Perfect AngelsI sat upon the grassy hill watching the two young boys chase eachother back and forth in a game their little inquisitive minds had conjured.
A smile as warm as the sun spread across my face. My heart fluttered with the love I felt for my boys. Their round cherub faces, cheeks constantly painted red with the excitiment that never left them. Green eyes that glittered like a filed of fireflies. Their golden brown hair blowing gently in the wind.
Their giggles sent butterflies up my spine, my smikle growing wider.
Others whose sights landed upon my boys always said their mothers beauty was imprinted in their features. I vehemently disagreed.
Their looks purely originated from the gorgeous creature that was their father.
Tan russet skin that shwon golden in the sunset, bright green eyes that never held a frown, thick tufts of golden hair that warmed my fingers as they gently coarsed through their waves.
It wasn't difficult in anyway to imagine a set of clean white wings extending from my bo
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Okay, so i'm a big procastinator
and I get too many ideas for stories at once
so what I usually end up doing is I make a couple of chapters
then stop writing and go to my next idea.
I always eventually get back to my idea of whatever story
so sorry if you like any of my things and it takes forever to get finished
I try to do these things as fast as I can, but . . . i'm complicated
sorry for any inconveniance or annoyances i may cause :/
hope you like anything i do write
if you do like anything please comment it and hey if you inspire me just enough i'll probably go back to writing it, haha.
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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