Learning to Breathe by chemical--reaction, literature
Literature
Learning to Breathe
Cae was sprawled in the long grass that covered the little field, green stalks tickling at his skin as he stared up at the abundant sky. Wispy little streaks of white crossed through the vast space of blue overhead. The man stared intently at the clouds flittering across his vision, chewing at the corner of his bottom lip. His mind wandered as he lay in the green grass, his cerulean eyes staring up at the pale sky.
Strands of dirty blonde hair were brushed away from another set of blue eyes. The newcomer stood at the edge of the field watching as Cae reflected on his rocky past. The smaller man made his way through the tangle...
Men Dont Fall From Skies Silly by chemical--reaction, literature
Literature
Men Dont Fall From Skies Silly
Cae sat cross legged in the snow, staring at the little white flakes that dropped from the sky with a bemused smile. His shaky, blue-tipped fingers caught the spiraling snow, still radiating enough heat to melt the frozen flecks of ice as they fell. He wrinkled his nose slightly as he struggled to get to his feet, shading his eyes as he looked at the noonday sun. Cae trudged through the quickly disappearing path that he had originally taken, slowly getting closer to the bare forest.
As he traversed through the scraggly skeletons of the trees, Cae listened to the small noises the forest created. There were birds chirping, an...
Mr. .:Bright:.side by chemical--reaction, literature
Literature
Mr. .:Bright:.side
He watched as she wailed in despair, rubbing at her reddened eyes with her small hands and running up to him; he was livid. The small fingers of the girl curled around the fabric of his pants as she clung to him, and his bright blue eyes turned towards the boy only a few feet away. Heat rolled off of the pavement in waves as he detached himself from the small body at his feet.
The blonde man glared at the teen that was barely at the age of puberty. A low growl that sounded far too animalistic to be coming out of something so human looking was the only warning before the man advanced on the laughing boy. He gritted his teeth...
Falling .:Slow:.ly by chemical--reaction, literature
Literature
Falling .:Slow:.ly
It was raining again; it had been raining the entire day. He sat in a small chair perched by the window, reading a lengthy novel as the raindrops pelted the glass panes. She was busy entertaining herself on the ground with a small, shiny trinket he had gotten her at some shop in town. A small radio was situated on a shelf on the opposing wall of the room. Sweet melodies drifted through the room in between the soft crackling of static. It was a slow song that caught his attention and made him remove his mind from the fantasy world the prose created. He stared at her quietly, watching her play with the little, shiny object. She was ...
He woke with a start as the last rays of the sun were slowly creeping their way towards the horizon. He could hear the pattering of the rain hitting the small window. Sitting as still as he could, in the tiny bed made for one person, he listened to the soft, shallow breaths coming from the warm body next to him. She had a look of peace on her pale face; something he knew was foreign to him. Before her small eyes could flutter open, he slipped out of bed, pulling on his clothes that were strewn about the room carelessly.
Hopping down the stairs as he dragged his boots on, he scouted the house for any signs of life, but nothi...
The soft plucks of a bass could be heard from across the dance floor. People steadily rose and flooded the open marble ballroom with their partners; women's dresses fanned out around them like the petals of a flower, and men's suit jackets littered the small wooden chairs in the corner. The tinkling of glasses mixed with the soft and soulful harmonies created by the musicians up on stage.
A young man, the youngest onstage, picked up an old, battered violin. The violin, like its owner had seen better days. When the youth smiled, creases formed around his mouth, making shapes like the holes in his instrument. He drew the bow ever so slowly a...
Your eyes were brown
Last time I saw you.
You had pale skin and high cheekbones.
When you spoke
I could hear the lilt
Of an Italian;
Subtle, but still there.
And every time you said the letter "S",
You would whistle,
Just a bit.You were smart and sarcastic.
You were troubled.
And every time I said those four words
To you,
You would smile
And say "You too."So here they are again,
In a language you can understand.
Sei la mia migliore amica. Not four words,
But close enough
57,042 Second Chapter by chemical--reaction, literature
Literature
57,042 Second Chapter
He was staring at me again. It was starting to become a common phenomenon. I watched him nervously as he brought his fingers to his lips and then drop them again.
"You what?" He blazed crimson as he spoke, his cheeks looking aflame. He was definitely mad at me, and this caused me to blush as well. While his looked quite adorable and flattering I was sure mine made me look like an overripe tomato.
"Well you see " I started, nerves kicking in as I sat there, embarrassment making this situation worse. "I was walking down the street heading to the site where my work is building a new office complex, not that this c...
I waited for your call,
Waited for your letter.
Well, we don't talk at all.
Well, that's even better.You gave up in the end,
You're hands were shaking.
Now we're not even friends.
This ain't love we're making.Last night
You called my name.
But that ain't right,
And it's such a shame.
I caught you in this lie.
Now all I do is cry.
Because of last night....My back against the wall,
Your hands on my shoulders.
It's up and up I fall,
While we're getting colder.Last night
You called my name.
But that ain't right,
And it's such a shame.
I caught you in this lie.
Now all I do is cry.
Because of last night.I think that we could make it.
I think th...