Plunge

It's been forever since I've updated. But I have a few things in the works; some short stories are currently simmering while I work on a bigger project or two. However this came from some pretty great music.

136 words.

            

Plunge

            She tread water seeing the shoreline like a string of Christmas lights. Keeping her eyes focused, she bobbed a few times in the waves. Barely among the waves for a few minutes and her limbs already started to ache. The wake had long since dissipated, leaving her with only the water and the lights.

            It was eerie in the open water, nearly silent besides the occasional lurking seagull. They would think she jumped—her recent mood hadn’t helped assure them she was enjoying the vacation. And maybe she had decided to take a plunge.

            Finally she was away from the pills, away from feeling restrained. Smiling, she slowed, her limbs heavy as her muscles screamed for respite in the chilly ocean. Lying back, she took one last glance at the starry night before shutting her eyes.

Friday Night

I'm discovering all these songs in my personal collection that I forgot I had. Music win. 

248 words. 

Friday Night

Wincing, he blinked a few times as the sunrays crossed his face. He didn’t remember making it to his bed, but as his eyes adjusted, that was certainly where he found himself. Rubbing his face, he frowned as someone shifted next to him and an arm draped across his torso. Peering at the arm from between his fingers, he followed it up to the owner.

            “This was unexpected,” he said, staring at the other occupant of his bed. The owner rolled over.

            “Go back to sleep,” the voice grumbled, half mumbled through a pillow. Seeing him shift again, they stared face to face.

            “Good morning, Elliot,” he said, staring at his best friend, promptly followed by a long stretch of silence.

            “Cam… what…?” His groggy friend seemed to sit up, glancing around the room at their current predicament.

            “Last night… did we...?” Elliot trailed, the alcohol still clouding his mind.

            “Yes…” Looking away, he focused on his hands.

            “Well, how was I?”

            Struggling to hold back a laugh, he smirked. This wasn’t how he imagined that party to end. Last Friday night had certainly done something to him – all that alcohol he wasn’t used to consuming.

            “You were fantastic,” Cam said, patting his friend’s arm.

            “I’m honored I got to experience your homosexuality, Cam,” Elliot said, sitting up. Expecting him to get up, Cam sat quietly. But he didn’t feel the bed shift in that direction. Glancing up to his friend, he was instead met with a kiss.

Lucid

Ask and ye shall receive? I was complaining on Tumblr about how I hadn't written much, and then this happens a few hours later. What? 

118 words.

Lucid

            Few visitors came to his room. Every so often he heard the nurse wander in and she’d ask him a question or two. He’d make a non-committal noise, his eyes focused elsewhere despite his current position facing out the window. There wasn’t anything familiar about this view. Normally he’d see high rises; other businessmen lurking on the streets below; the taxis bustling by with their fares.

            On lucid days he’d just gaze at the passing cars of the suburb, wondering what his life had become. Shifting barely in his wheelchair, he blinked back tears.

            “Mr. Wilson, is something wrong?” The nurse was checking his pulse and giving him a once over as her training dictated.

            “Everything,” he whispered.

Never Ask

Whoa, first story update of 2012.

Never Ask

            It was quiet in the apartment; something that was unusual for a Saturday afternoon. Normally he’d hear music blaring through the speakers, and find his boyfriend vacuuming or working on some other chore that he’d saved for the weekend to do together. The chores weren’t going to be finished, and the music was going to remain off.

            Sitting heavily on the couch, he stared at the fireplace. In the back of his mind he knew he needed to change out of his suit so it wouldn’t wrinkle, but he couldn’t convince himself to do it. He tugged at the black tie, feeling it ease its hold on his neck. Striding to the kitchen, he noticed the plethora of casserole dishes and other items people left in condolence. Bypassing all the food, he snagged a bottle from the freezer and poured a shot. Downing it, he felt the burn in the back of his throat before he went for another.

            Things needed to be done; he couldn’t let life pass by. But something was stopping him as he thought of his partner and their chores. Wiping his damp eyes, he rubbed his face. They had never discussed the coupons. He had no idea where they were, and now he could never ask.

Smile

 Don't worry, I haven't died. Short story updates are in the works. Depends on what my inspiration strikes me with. Enjoy!

Smile

            “This is a bad idea,” she whispered, her voice as soft as a hummingbird’s heartbeat.

            “If this was a bad idea, we wouldn’t be dressed to the nines and waiting for our names to be called,” Zoe says, squeezing her hand tight, the only lifeline of reassurance. “She talked to them, okay?” Eyeing her brother, she watched him step out the doors with his girlfriend linked perfectly on his princely arm. They were greeted with flashbulbs and clapping.

            Shuffling forward, she held tight to the hand clutching her arm. The doors were closed, leaving them shrouded the shadows before their grand entrance. Catching a nod, Zoe looked to the one on her arm and cave her a brief, calming, kiss.

            “Inhale. Exhale. Smile.”

            “Her Royal Highness, Princess Zoe Allegra Alista! And Miss Terra Ann Welton!” The guard announced.

            Together, they smiled and stepped into the light.

For Her

Remember that time I updated twice in one week? Yeah, I don't either. 

I was listening to too much Adele. But eh, she sings some pretty snazzy songs. I can't complain. Enjoy! 

For Her

            Chewing on her lip she flipped through The Little Nickel, bargain hunting. The items were never nice, and certainly seemed less reputable than Craig’s List. But she wanted to find some deals; mostly to purchase more hokey items for her parent’s antique store. Sighing as she turned another page, her eyes strayed from the lists of solid oak tables and crystal lamps, and spotted the list of pets.

            Toying with the idea of splurging and getting an exotic bird or even wilder, a puppy, she stuffed the thought at the back of her mind. Turning the page in a hurry before she had convinced herself to dial for a pet, her eyes finally found the want-ads. Snickering at the idea of finding true love in these grimy pages, she locked on the face of a couple, looking at her.

           Staring for several moments, tracing the shapes of their faces with her eyes, she read the description below their image. Loving couple searching for a—she ceased. It was impossible to take her eyes off the woman’s façade. She knew every curve and the shape of her lips; the dimples she had adored all through college.

            Married. She was married; all those dreams she had whispered across the pillow had come true… and back then, she wavered. One day she wanted them together; the next she wanted to be the one everyone wanted. The girl all the boys lusted. And here she could wish for nothing but the best for her.

Shades

 What is this? An update? I've never heard of such a thing! 

Don't worry, I didn't die. November was NaNoWriMo, so I was super busy. But anyway, this update happened. That's new. 

Shades

She smiled from behind his sunglasses, feeling successful in having snatched them off his face. Now having them adorn her own, she smiled and kissed him briefly. He wasn’t acting as weird as he had the first time. In an attempt to snag them back while their lips touched, she ducked and laughed, jumping a few paces away from him. Frowning at the fact, he lunged again, still finding her out of his reach. Sticking out her tongue, she skipped away, urging him to follow.

            “Come on, Matt. I’m not going to give in that easy,” she said, winking at him just above his sunglasses. Smirking, he approached her and finally gave chase the instant she ran off. They ran through the park in a circle, dodging others as they casually strolled along. Laughing, Alex stumbled and turned, landing on their blanket. He lay next to her.

            “I’d like those back please,” he said, holding out his hand. Hesitating, she reached over and traced a finger gently over the scars where his left eye should have been. Having heard the stories, it explained his aversion to fireworks. She liked seeing him like this; without his shades to protect him and provide him a shield.

            “Maybe later,” she smirked, rolling on her back and pushing the frames up.