I can still feel your arms around me,
like they used to be.
I can hear you whisper in my ear,
I only wish you were still here.
I miss your smile,
Which has been missing for a while.
I miss your laugh and soft kiss,
the feel of you on my lips.
I wish we weren't so stuborn,
That we could swallow our pride.
To be how we were,
when we were both puppy eyed.
We both have to change,
i'm starting right now.
You have to, too,
so we can figure this out.
It maybe too late,
Only time will tell.
And if time runs out,
I'll see you in hell :)
She has a morning ritual,
and it's not just the usual
brushing her hair and teeth,
and applying layers of makeup.
Actually, she doesn't wear makeup.
She does were a bind, though,
to get rid of her chest.
So her morning ritual
transforms her into him.
No one at school knows of this.
It was when he transferred schools
that he started dressing this way.
His family doesn't approve,
but nor do they say anything.
Then he always turns down
any invitations to hang out,
because he doesn't want to take any chances
of people finding out the truth;
he's not ready for that yet.
So she will continue to just be him to them.
He tried doin
When You're Home, Prologue by starlingthefairy, literature
Literature
When You're Home, Prologue
Prologue, Part 1
Alana Ferguson was happy.
Really, she was.
I mean, sure, it got a little boring being alone in her flat all the time, but she was happy.
Except, not really.
Prologue, Part Two
Emily Crawford did not care that her parents disowned her.
She did not care that God probably hated her, because she didn't need anyone.
Emily could do things on her own, without any help from anyone.
She was fine, really.
She could get by, she knew she could.
Granted, she did need a place to live, but... you know.
She'd figure something out.
Eventually.
Prologue, Part Three
"Have you ever thought about putting out an ad?"
Ala
i'm not a girl.
i'm not a she
or a her
or a miss
or a ma'am.
i'm just a guy
who generally looks
the other way
when those mistakes are made.
i'm just a guy
who pretends not to hear.
he pretends to zone off when
his friends call him girl
and look at him to make sure
he didn't notice.
i'm just a guy
who hears all
but says very little.
SoulxKid: Together: Chapter 6 by icaraus, literature
Literature
SoulxKid: Together: Chapter 6
His limbs ached all over, his once porcelain skin now stained with crimson red blood. Medusa had left minutes ago giving Kid a long awaited break from the seemingly never ending torture. Blood slowly trickled down his limbs from all the cuts and gashes that adorned his body. The pool of blood beneath him dried to an almost black colour.
Breathing began to be proving difficult as Kid struggled just to keep his breathing steady. Kid let his eyes slip close and tried to rest just as the door was flung open, making a loud 'thud' as it hit the hard concrete wall.
"It's time." Medusa's menacing voice sliced through the silence that had filled t
SoulxKid: Together: Chapter 5 by icaraus, literature
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SoulxKid: Together: Chapter 5
Kid woke only to come face to face with darkness. His head was pounding and his limbs ached. Metal shackles tugged at his wrist bruising them in the process. 'What?' he thought as he tugged his arms and legs only to increase the pain from the metal shackles securely locked around his wrists and ankles. The weight of his hanging body adding more pain with every passing minute.
The light bulb in the center of the room flickered to life revealing the four white walls. Kid hung on the back wall, opposite of the tattered wooden door.
Kid's vision was in a haze, everything a blur. He looked over to see the wooden door open with a dea
I want to see her.
I want to touch her.
I want to kiss her.
I want to explore her.
I want to taste her.
I want to love her.
I want to be seen.
I want to be touched.
I want to be kissed.
I want to be explored.
I want to be tasted.
I want to be loved.
...By her.
I want to be ME.
But I can't be ME.
I can't be free.
I can't be honest.
I can't be open.
I can't...
I have to be fake.
I have to be chained.
I have to lie.
I have to hide.
I have to...
But I don't want to.
"FAG!"
"DYKE!"
"QUEER!"
Why do you call me such fowl words?
I'm just like you!
I love and share emotions just like you.....just with different people.
I not any different....
Am I?
A.L.O.N.E
I'm not alone in this world.
There are plenty of people in this world just like me!
What if they don't care?
Too many problems of their own to care.
I'm not alone...
Am I?
[Writes project partner's name on paper. Freezes.]
I almost put a heart by her name.
[Fingers squeeze the center of forehead.]
I was this close.
[Girl asks if okay. Nods and gets lost in thought.]
Talk about problematic. That's not something I can charmingly roll off. She knows what I am. She may even know how I feel.
[Glances at girl. Girl smiles. Smiles back.]
I'm not looking to confirm that. She misses school and I feel a bit . . . off. It's like forgetting to get your favorite jacket before you leave the house. Something's not right.
[Rubs arms. ]
I mean, I really dig her. If I was a shovel and she was the ground, I would dig t
I Want to be Who I Was by SuperChargedSeki, literature
Literature
I Want to be Who I Was
I want to be me again,
The old me.
That girl,
Who wasn't exactly a girl.
Another epitome of lonely,
And having no life outside.
Bad haircuts and risky fashion statements,
I never cared about others.
I want to be that girl,
Who was always herself.
She might not have been happy,
Hell,
She was miserable,
But at least she wasn't a lie.