He climbed the highest mountain and called for her at the top of his voice, and still she could not hear. From the top of the tallest tree, his words flew out over the world, carried by the eternal wind; ‘I love you’. Yet still, she would not answer. He dug the deepest hole in …
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The Black Mist
In a town blazing under the intense summer sun, in a house roasting next to a charring forest, in a room sweltering like an oven, on a bed drenched with their sweat, he held his breath until death came to collect him. The night before, as the stars danced like glitter on the moon’s black …
A Giggling Panic
She lay on top of him with her nose pressed against his, giggling with her arms squeezed tight against her sides. His fingers were dancing around her armpits and ribs, tickling to drive her off him, but she wouldn’t budge. She squealed and screamed, but could not be moved. He was her prisoner. The window …
Snarl In A Cage
‘You have my heart. Now what are you going to do with it?’ she said, with a smirk which disguised a snarl. Love was a snarl, a baring of teeth, a hunger. And it came dressed in a black vest top, cut-off denim shorts, and a sheet of sweat beads cooling her sun-kissed skin. ‘I’d …
His Evil Heart
He lifted his top up and over his head. The fabric caught in the bristles of his shorn scalp and slid off with a scrape. The hair on his chest glistened with moisture. His eyebrows were heavy, weighed under his deep frown. She watched as he dropped the shirt to his bare feet, where frayed …
Reflected Light
‘Your eyes are just too beautiful.’ she said, staring towards him in the shadows while the light shone over her. ‘And your eyes are stunning,’ he replied from his relaxed seated position against the bare brick wall, watching her pose in front of the photographer’s lens ‘and so our eyes love each other.’ ‘Our eyes …
Dreaming Of Sleep
‘My brain is blurry.’ he said. ‘I need a pair of soft hands to massage my aching shoulders.’ Against a sea of white, she held hers out for him to inspect. The skin on her palms glowed an enticing pink and her finger tips ran smooth with innocence. Her open palms sounded like the comforting …
Skin
‘You can feel the itch all over. Keep scratching, baby.’ he said. She fought the shakes that pumped scorching ice through her veins, as beads of sweat oozed from her pink-raw skin and trickled down her naked body to join the stream. She lay in an empty bath, wet from the shower head raining over …
Swallowed Up By Sunshine
They were the lost romance; the hidden love that would not be found. They were the forever haunted; roses stung by their own thorns. She had hidden in secret corners her whole life, sunken into the shadows from which she could peer out of. A comforting invisibility. He had thought he would die an empty …
A Sweltering Summer’s Night
The heat hung in the air like a drug; it made them woozy. The rickety window held itself up despite its own splintering wood and outside the midnight rain played music to sing them asleep. They were both laid across the bed, side by side. She wore her favourite cut-off jeans, unfastened, and the knowledge …
