Cemetery Boys -4- by XhopelesslyXhopefulX, literature
Literature
Cemetery Boys -4-
When I stumbled down the stairs several days later, I wasnt feeling any better. Those dreams had persisted, getting stranger and more sordid each night. That nights, in particular, had involved a maid outfit. With fucking bunny ears, for fucks sake. And I wasnt even into that kind of thing, but when it was Patrick, looking all ruddy and flustered and embarrassed, well, fuck.
Shuffling into the kitchen, I wished Id stayed upstairs and taken another shower, preferably one with bleach instead of water, because there was a dirty feeling that came with getting off to dreams of your best friend that no amount of Dove
I held on desperately to the hope that these beautiful men with their blonde hair and blue eyes were renegade soldiers, gone against what Hitler had commanded, taking us somewhere safe. No one around me seemed to be hoping the same thing. Actually, no one around me seemed to be hoping at all. Women stood with their arms wrapped tightly around their waists, where their children should be. Men rubbed their left ring fingers where their wedding bands had been. Everyone around me had lost someone, and I considered myself lucky. I had lost no one. Well, no one new. My father died when my sister and I were five, and my mother died just months befor
Light gently found its way into my eyes, waking me quietly a little earlier than I had hoped. I looked around me, at the clean, white walls and floral sheets, at my beautiful wife sleeping next o tem in her slightly ruffled white satin nightgown. After all these years, she still took my breath away. I rolled over carefully and looked at my daughters sleeping in the other bed in the room. They were such angels.
I eyed the clock and decided to climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Thankfully, I didnt wake Michelle. I walked to the bathroom and carefully closed the door before turning the light on. The man in the mirror looked back at
Jake+Nessie Chapter 3 by LifelessW-outTwiligh, literature
Literature
Jake+Nessie Chapter 3
This chapter is called And She'll Be Gone... because I was greatly inspired by Steven Curtis Chatman's Cinderella. More of that will be popping up in the next few chapters.
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Chapter 3: And Shell Be Gone
Then the rooms started spinning and shaking. So many emotions filled my veinsanger, fury, outrage, despair, disappointment My world had been destroyed so many times before, I didnt think I could bear anymore heartbreak.
The last thing I remember was everyone cheering because then I blacked out.
Jake. Jake buddy, are you alr