StylishWriters

Originally posted: WED OCT 8, 2014, 5:21 PM Face to face, Hand to chest, Lip to shoulder, Arm to neck. Tingles are all I feel when it happens. When contact is made in any way. Your look stuns me, paralyses me, stops me from moving. Your voice, stops my breathing, I can't help feeling all these feelings in me. It's so breathtaking how you notice the little actions I make, every step I take, every time in my wake. I can't stop thinking about you, come to me please. You hand runs down my arm, taking away the icy cold feeling with the safe and satisfying warmth of your gentle touch. You move forward to kiss me, to feel me, to love me. I ret

Originally posted: SUN SEP 7, 2014, 4:45 PM Little Timmy wrote a poem He brought it to his mother to show her Mommy was on the phone so she could not look Timmy held up the paper to her While her hand shook, she hit it out of his hands Timmy looked back and forth from the ground to his mom She did not notice Eyes turning red and watery, he ran up to his room But did she care? ----- Sam had dressed up specially for school She wanted to talk to her long time crush For the first time in years she finally felt brave With a simple white dress and black shoes to match The bow in her hair bounced a little as she walked Sam saw him from across

Originally posted: SAT SEP 6, 2014, 3:20 PM If only words were easy to craft. If only thoughts were simple to voice out. If only we could speak without a worry. Things would be different now. Why is it so hard to do such thing? Why are the consequences neverending for each decision we make? Is there a specific reason for our suffering? Maybe so. If only you understood my motives. If only you were able to see me now. If only you could feel the pain I live in. Things would be different now. But if you did, you'd be able to judge me harshly for everything. No one would care anymore as they finally could not care anymore. Is there

Originally posted: TUE AUG 26, 2014, 12:13 AM Warning: Depressive triggers. The fear of losing someone is always there. No matter what you say or claim to feel, it's never lost for it forever lingers in your mind. it is up to you to choose whether to take notice of it or disregard it. Wanting to hold onto them, to save them, to forever be with them... It's never lost. They could be your mom, your dad, you sibling, your relative, your best friend, or even your lover. You'd give up anything for them just to stay another minute longer before they disappear forever. You could be having breakfast in the morning, drinking a nice warm cup of c

Originally posted: SUN AUG 24, 2014, 5:21 PM Warning: I do not drink strong alcohol at all. This is a work of pure fiction and how I interpret the manipulation of someone at a bar. Mind if I sit down here miss? Thank you and it's alright, I already had a few drinks earlier. Instead, I would like to make a suggestion. I see that your friends aren't around at the time. Good, this will make it easier. Don't be tense my dear for I'm not going to do anything except for carrying out my own proposition, if you may. I am a man. A man capable of many things. Don't believe me? Well, I don't blame you. Very few tend to believe a person when he or she

Originally posted: SUN AUG 3, 2014, 8:35 PM Warning: Depressive triggers She sits in the corner of this dark room, her face illuminated as it partially reflects the light from the laptop screen. Hunched over and sitting on the floor, laptop placed on a short bedside table, she sits there, working tirelessly over the stories that she writes. Her aim? To please those whom she loves online. Those people whom had made her feel better ever since she came out of her sad, sad time. A small smile laced her lips as she remembers something funny someone had told her before, something about how everybody online are only out there to violate you. The "

You couldn't hear anything or see anything, the lake water was too mirky. All you could do was hold your breath and thrash your arms around in hopes that someone would notice that you were in trouble. You had no idea how long you were under the water when you couldn't hold your breath any longer and you felt your lungs burning...screaming for air. You were getting tired of fighting against whatever was holding you and your mind was getting fuzzy... Loki's POV Loki came up for air once and people on the beach were panicked but Loki heard nothing but his own heart beat. *This is bad* he thought *if she dies I fail and I'll never get to go ba

Chapter 3 Cross legged and with a cup of tea, Vicky sat across Thranduil on the old, dark green leather couch, staring at him in disbelief while he scanned the surroundings. The apartment was perfect for singles:  a small bedroom with adjacent bathroom and the living room combined with the kitchen which was separated from the couch by a wall, hidden from sight when entering the apartment. The few shelves on the opposite wall were filled with books, small caskets and pictures of friends or family. In front of the windows, several different plants and flower pots had their home reminding Thranduil of his beloved Greenwood. All in all her home w

Chapter2 “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in the kitchen?!” Startled by the impolite tone in which he was addressed, Thranduil glared at the smaller woman, his thick brows furrowing dangerously as he took a step closer, towering above her. “How dare you raise your voice to me, the great Thranduil, son of Oropher, you pathetic creature?!” She shrunk a little at his words, obviously intimidated by the tall man but quickly regained her courage. “Pha, you know what? I don't care who you are – son of Ohropax – just get OUT!!” With the last word she grabbed his arm and tried to drag him t