Toxic Pull

"Lucy learns the love you want, is not necessarily the one you need."

The rhythmic, pounding bass and the horns of the Imperial March made her sit up, frantically searching for the phone in the dark. Her hand brushed against something cold, and then she heard the crashing sound of the water glass...

Life’s Highway

"True friendships will surely transcend."

Roughened pathways and trails we travel. Trials and tribulations, we try to unravel. Souls touched, hearts associated. Paths crossed, memories dictated. Connections made along life's trail. Sometimes continue, sometimes fail. Hearts touching, sometimes at high cost. True friendships made, are...

I’m a believer

"You only find that person who can love the real you once and it has nothing to do with age"

Wake up, blink sleep out of your eyes, look around and see,it is a whole new day and I am here to stay.The sun is up, blazing burning bright,It fades the darkness if only for today.You only get one chance,...

My Gift of Me

"Hardcore with a twist of love"

My Gift of Me I love you. I hate the L word. I avoid it at all costs. People recycle it, over and over until the quality is diminished and it’s unrecognisable. I bet the person who invented the word...

One look was all it took Before I felt myself fall again. It happens all the time, This endless cycle. I fall, I break, I heal. You come, you smile, Whisper to me your sweet poisonous words. I get sucked...

Missed opportunity

"Has she lost her everything...."

She arrives homelogs into her computerslowly her smile turns into a frown.Her love has been trying to get herleaving so many messagesas she keeps readingShe feels her eyes well with tearsas the messages, get sadder,she feels his breaking heart. If...

There's a lens to all the love you may hold inside,hearts tapping against skin with their primal Morse codes, it's a message that can't be stopped or hurried along, the translation is even more simple than we think. The rhythm...

Stacy’s Submission ~ Chapter 6

"As Stacy finds herself falling harder for Becca, Miss Cara begins demanding more."

Stacy looks up from the small box, unable to hide her unease. Becca sits on the edge of Stacy's bed, watching. Her baby-blue socks cover her tip-toed feet as her legs bounce nervously. "What's it say?" Becca worries. Stacy looks...

I once told told you how a touch could flutter through time, become a seed, an explosion of stars to paint your universe with light. If I can give that to you, it's worth burning through all I amto know...