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To understand this story I recommend you read @minxyMolly's "The Baying Of The Wolves part 1" Hope you guys like it.
Imagine a thick rope unraveling slowly, seeing it stretching out and straining. One by one the strands that make up the rope whip round and fall out off the once whole and strong body of the rope.
My eyes are burning again, my stomach turns as I hear your voice close to me. The anger inside boils over the edge of my limits. Control... Keep control.
Inside what do you think lies. Blood, organs, cells and bone. Yes but what about the parts that make up you. The parts no one can see.
Motionless I lie, a dead expression held upon my face. All feeling has turned numb from the jagged tear that has been inflicted.
Day 10 The forest has become accustom to the darkness and so have the humans. No more distressed sounds emerge from the damp woodwork, they are now silent and content.
Day 6 (POV) Im burning inside with rage to what that filth did MY creature. How DARE THEY hurt her. After all the warnings I gave them and demonstrations of my strength and control over her.
Day 3 I cant believe its been 3 days since what happened to the light.
My skin is dead unless its at the mercy of your soft and delicate touch.
We see each other from afar, I cant help but smile an immense smile and bite my lip out of nervousness. He walks out and instantly hugs me tight and brushes my cheek with that soft red hair of his.
It was dark all around us, only the light of the movie on the big screen lit his face.
"....yeah my relationship with my dad is like....is like chess...and i don't like chess..." -Molly.
In the darkness the only thing that can break the chain of monotoness black around you at night in the streets are the lights.
I took my time changing after the class, considering the hits I had taken it was wise to move a bit slower. Sue, as always, was chatting to me about the lesson and odd comments about her family.
His right arm hooked around my left, pulling hard he jerked me forward. Suddenly he changed his attack on me,I couldn't stop.
The monsters in my mind are writhing with pleasure as they anticipate my mind unlock the hinge and open the door to there cage.
That moment you realise you are not part of the group you love, you have been shunned, made redundant of all importance.
Its hard when you really REALLY want to see someone you love and cherish but cant be assed to get out of the warm snuggly-ness of a one-zyy. Well I have a solution...
The humming.. STOP the HUMMING. Where is it coming from. WHERE?. It sounds just like a wet finger being dragged along the rim of a crystal wine glass half full of water. Irritating. . .
My innocent, carefree mind crumbles away unrelated to the fact I watch my dog sleep soundly in her basked beside the kitchen table in front of the radiator.
Isn't it funny how decisions rest on an expression. How our beautiful words are becoming less and less important.
Remember me the way I was. Remember my sunshine, remember my crashing waves and endlessly stretching sandy beaches. Remember me as I was and the memories made across me.
"WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE?!?!" she screamed at the girls bewildered face, stricken with fear from the loudness of her voice. "WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE AWAY ONE PERSONS CHANCE AT HAPPINESS?!?.
Rise, fall. Her bare chest, skin still sticky from the hot water rises and falls. So soft, her skin is so soft.
The cold picks at your skin like ravens on the hunt for food. Your focusing on every movement, every thing is heightened and the true weight of your emotions are upon you now...
When i stop breathing, My heart stops beating, And my blood stops running. Then i shall be dead. But when i stop dreaming, hoping, and living. Then i would be better off dead... ©minxyMolly.
He looked at her with eyes that asked "do you want to do this. Are you sure?" She nodded and removed her top.
It burned the skin as she tested the water with her hand. "Ah *hiss*" She let the sound escape her lips.
As she lay in her bed her mind wandered its way to a gate in her subconscious that she was all to familiar with.
Boy, why cant you be here now. Boy, why cant you hold me close. Boy, why do you not see what I feel for you. Boy!!,ok... I was wrong..
Opuss why u delete half my story and make me write it again?. Why!???!. Ellie sad now.....
The bed creeks, I feel so vulnerable on my back looking into your eyes. You get on top of me on your hands and knees, never have I wanted you to come closer in my life.
Breathing becomes quicker and more heavy. Your eyes grow dry, every second that passes your blood boils more over its limit.
I know i write about this often but it has always been on my mind, it has always puzzled me how I would react to a certain situation.
She fell asleep in the big leather chair in the conservatory, her head resting on her own shoulder and partially on the pillow behind her.
Her autumn coloured hair fell as freely as the orange and yellow leaves around her as she climbed the uneven steps that moved with the foliage around her feet.
..The scene starts with us seeing a young family in there home on an early october morning, a new mother making breakfast for her husband just before he goes to work whilst their baby plays idly on...
If words were money, all girls would be worth a lot more than you think they are. -Ellie Buxton.
She felt at home in that school, that she could trust everyone there and also that she had met her first love there.
It may seem like it has submitted like a dog but beware, do not anger the wolf in sheep's clothing. . ..
-Sometimes life deals you a hand and you give up or don't think its true, but everything happens for one reason or anther-.
Its scary and hard to finally realise that your drifting apart and what you once had is in the past, its over. The worst bit is admitting it..
Me -"Why do you think that when you are connected I am always the one to speak first, the first to say (hi) or (where have you been lately?).
-That smile you always gave me when we were near each other. -That awkward cute laugh you always do after complementing me. -That way you looked me up an down with that strange look in your eyes.
A hopeless romantic stuck in an unforgivingly realistic world...... Oh crap. <3.
-"Everything will be alright, don't worry ill just go tomorrow.." she said with a light hearted tone. -"No. It wont be ALRIGHT. You screwed up, and now i have to suffer for it.
Silently crying as you see your friendship slip away and out of your hands....
You say "should i give up?" but if i doubt us, you hate me for it. Then there is the other in which loves to play games of truth or lie, do you have a decision to share or will you stay un-decisive.
A single kiss as innocent as the first shared by pure loves but entwined with as much passion, feeling and emotion as one made by longing lovers craving each others touch.
Her body freezes in place, her eyes locked onto the face of the one in the window.
I had nothing against the girl in particular, it was just that smell. That smell in which emanated from the very fake tan she was wearing.
What was once a normal teenage life has become a living hell in the space of one night. . ..
She lies flat and spread out on her un-made bed gazing out her bedroom window. As she drifts in and out of consciousness her imagination starts to take over.
I really want someone to mean something worthwhile in my life. For that person to truly see me as love and not just a toy. To truly quiver at the thought of my touch.
As you see him coming you MUST connect. See your opponent and connect not just your gaze but connect your body. Activate your movement, mean it. Otherwise you will get hurt.
Love is the infinity of time and space compressed into a second of euphoria. Love is the first, last and only thing in your mind that makes sense but has no explanation.
I have a question for all Opuss people who read this. If you could, would you choose to forget the one person you truly loved but could never have.
How I long to call you lover, to have you wrapped in my arms and feel your heart beat against my chest. How I long to call you lover, you to look back and smile and love me with your eyes.
The happiest times were spent there but unfortunately the worst as well.
I must be like a sword, sharp and centred..
The lack of friendship and closeness is getting to me, I'm cracking. My head is spinning from all that I have come to loathe now. It wont stop. I cant survive this long on what I need and cant obtain.
I give up, I give up on life with you because it hurts too much and I cant speak. I cant speak anymore and I'm gasping for air.
This is how much I hate you, how much I dislike being around you that I am willing to stay in the rain rather than share a house with you. I am willing to stay in the cold rather than talk to you..
It's funny how... the rain, snow, sun, cloud, day and night remind me of you. Unfortunately that means I never stop thinking about you...
That lovely moment when your dad says he's proud of you, of who you are, of what you have grown into. Of your choice in friends, of the decisions you have made and how he sees how good you are.
What do you see when you look at me. Do you see the face of a girl you know. Or an entire story of one person enclosed in blue eyes. What do you see when you look at ME.
Pain is the closest thing we have to telling us that we are alive other than living itself, Yet it kills us. Oh the irony!.
"so tired. Ahhh" she said while her head flopped on the table, her eyes were heavy and blinded by the concentrated sunlight shining through the window.
That strange moment when your rolled up on the bed, eyes closed and you start to imagine what would he do if he was here with you. Siting with you, lying with you, holding you in his arms.
Sitting in my room listening to the rain, thinking to myself that " if you were to appear at my window at this very moment I don't think I would react as I normally do".I wouldn't scream your name...
How much can you miss a person. Is it until your heart breaks. Or until your mind cant stand being without them. Is it when your body becomes sick of not being near them.
It's so cold as you walk down the street, the rain pounding on your body almost as if it is trying to push you to the floor.
Strangest thing when you cry silently (no blubbering or snot sniffing) on the train and no one notices :).
Last summer I felt your heat rise, rise through my mind, like an angel in the sky. But I rejected it and now I'm left blind..
I feel I shouldn't care, that I should let it be and hide the side of me that is always there because you don't care. You scatter me in the air and leave me bare..
Why in the world is opuss posting all my stuff all of a sudden. *very confused*.
You get cut suddenly, your wound is open and your heart spills out in front of him.
To say "yes" to one and "no" to another is hard, to crush one body in one hand and cradle the other is equally as hard. But it would all be a lie if I didn't follow my heart.
You and me, lying on the bed. You nudging for attention as you lay your head. Me stroking your tail while I stay in bed. There's no one quite like you my little furry friend..
I see you, under the sun and heat . Sweat drips down your neck and onto your chest, your laughing with your friends. Smiling, giggling, talking with that voice so sweet and thick with Irish accent.
"If I had told you sooner would you still have forgiven me. I don't think so....".
How do you know what I have experienced. When you can't even see through my eyes. My eyes are for me, my ears are for me, my body is for me.