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Chapter 15 My turn. I grab his face, kiss him hungrily. I pull him onto the couch next to me, push him down so that I’m on top of him. I run my hands down his body, feeling his curves and lines. The parts of him that are soft, the parts of him that are hard. I want to know him. Deeply and thoroughly. I run my tongue along his jaw line, nibble his ear, brush my fingertips under his waistband. Then I roll off of him, onto my knees next to the couch. I reach out and unzip him, slowly.
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By popular demand and genre convention I have made it a normal chapter.
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Thank you for the kind and insightful comment!
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Chapter 14 Asher insists on leaving me in the driveway of my house while he goes in to check the place. I think this is stupid, but I’m so shaken by his spontaneous change in demeanor that I don’t even argue. It’s like he’s a whole different person. His face is closed off, his shoulders are tense, and he barely speaks the entire ride from his place to mine. His heat is inconsistent, flaring on and off at random. Every once in a while I see a flame lick off his exposed skin but I can tell he
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Chapter 13 At the end of the day I pass Mrs. Simple’s door and for a moment I’m tempted to knock. I know, now, that apologizing for how I behaved would be the right thing. I even know that she would understand - she’s a counselor if anyone understands misplaced anger as a trauma response it’s her. But I also know if I start that conversation I am going to have to explain why I was so angry, I’m going to be forced to confront why I’ve been acting the way I have and I just don’t think I am re
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there's a light under my skin
MythOfHappiness commented on MythOfHappiness's story chapter in there's a light under my skin
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Hmm... weak. I don't like it at all. They can't all be winners.
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Note - I think this is technically a flashback rather than an interlude but also, and this is important, I don't care.
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Chapter 12 I have been told that the idea for my eighteenth birthday party was all Senna’s. This doesn’t shock me as much as it would people who know her less. Senna, despite all appearances to the contrary, is sort of our unofficial leader. Back when Ryan and I were fighting all the time in middle school she was the only thing that kept the two of us together. She isn’t silent because she has to be - there’s nothing wrong with her voice and she certainly isn’t shy - she just chooses whe
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there's a light under my skin
MythOfHappiness posted new chapter in Poem Collection - MythOfHappiness
There’s a light under my skin. It’s silver and green, constantly brighter. Will I burst? Can I survive? If it splits me open running red and green and silver over my gray sheets in my gray room where our love was made or we fucked raw. My teeth sinking into the pillow from pain or pleasure frustration boiling into rage I tear at you with teeth and claw. I’m silver ice, beautiful, untouchable. You’re green, verdant, overflowin -
Chapter 11 Once again, I come to to the sight of Asher squatting over me. “Well, that went pretty well I think.” He has rolled me over onto my back (no cigarette butts this time) and was even kind enough to pull on his shorts before rousing me. I mumble “If that was good I’d hate to see what bad looks like” and roll over onto my side so I can curl up in a ball. My entire body is more sore than the time in middle school that my dad thought it was a good idea for me to try out for foo
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Chapter 10 I wake up the next morning for the first time in months without a single nightmare. I don’t know what I dreamed about. Maybe I didn’t dream at all. I get up and pull on my running gear. My mind’s turning a bit over what to say to Asher. I think I might really like him and I have a feeling he feels similarly. On the other hand, I recognize we are both going through things right now that could make being in a relationship harder than it should be. He’s on the run and I lost my ent
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Chapter 9 He falls asleep in the car on the way home. I had an old blanket in the trunk that I threw over his shoulders as soon as he was cool enough and he looks so small curled up in the passenger seat. His breath fogs the window and he is still warm enough that I have to flip on the AC. I think I didn’t really comprehend the scale of what he could do before this moment. I was expecting something small, contained, like when he lit up his hand. This was wild and very, very dangerous. I thi
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Chapter 8 It takes us a couple hours to realize neither of us actually knows what we meant by “hanging out”. After breakfast we moved, somewhat awkwardly, over to the couch and with no better ideas I turned on the tv. “So, um… anything you want to watch on Netflix? I also have like… Hulu.” “Are those channels?” “You don’t know what - actually never mind that makes perfect sense. Yeah they are sort of like channels.” “Ok. Turn on whichever is your favorite and we can see what’
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I was looking over some old stuff in my Google docs and I stumbled on the unfinished document. Went ahead and finished up this chapter yesterday and wrote another one today. The characters have lived with me this whole time and I still sometimes have little flashes of moments from their story come to me so I think that's a good sign.
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Chapter 7 We are jogging down a dirt path, somewhere far from anywhere. We’re talking about something, the subject escapes me but I know that I am enjoying myself. After some time I realize that he is pulling ahead and I call to him to slow down a bit so that I can catch up. He doesn’t seem to hear me and he disappears around a sharp turn, out of sight. Suddenly I realize that we have somehow wandered into a cornfield, and the stalks tower to my left and right. The path seems to narrow the
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Chapter 6 The casserole is even less edible than I thought. It turns out five minutes in the microwave does nuke out the fridge taste. It also nukes out any other taste and magically turns what was once food-ish into something vaguely resembling a brick in both shape and color. Guess it’s salad and chocolate chip waffles for dinner. Asher comes back down the stairs wearing a t-shirt that is usually too big on me and on him looks like a loose circus tent tossed over an electric pole. I am re
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Through my window And into yours I watched you dancing You spun and swayed to music I couldn't hear In your eyes I saw the lyrics In your movements I felt the beat Of blood made form, given shape I drank you in and whispered quiet Apologies and praises and curses in your name If we spoke you'd take me to the river If we touched you'd push me under If we kissed you'd give me breath again But for now you dance through panes of glass
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Chapter 5 When I come to, Asher is standing above me and I am laying on the asphalt staring at his running shoes with a cigarette butt stuck to my cheek. It’s disgusting. I spring up to a sitting position, swatting at my face like there are baby spiders in my nose. The butt flicks away and I shiver internally thinking about where it may have been. Then I look up at Asher. He is looking, infuriatingly, amused at my predicament but holds out a hand to help me up. I start to take it and am sud
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Interlude 1, Asher My mother was seventeen when she joined the church. Of course, they never actually *said* that to me. I found out later, after I ran, after I found the last place they would look - her hometown. Found it in a record in the town newspaper. I had never seen a newspaper before coming here, but I knew what they were from TV and I knew you could find stuff out by looking at old ones at the library. After all, cult or not we still had disney channel. I wish I knew why she
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Chapter 4 That day school is awful. I don’t see Asher, not that I ever saw him around before. People keep shooting me glances when they think I can’t see them. I’ve heard more than one person say the word “suicide” today, I assume because of the massive red handprint on the side of my neck. Not really sure how I would kill myself with neck burns. In my third hour I am called to the counselor's office. “Keenan! Welcome. How are you?” The diminutive woman behind the desk smiles up at me,
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Chapter 3 The next morning I wake up before my alarm with the sheets tangled around me, soaked in sweat. I dreamed that I drowned in boiling water, my final breath filling my lungs with heat and liquid and killing me slowly and in agony. I write it down in my journal as quickly as possible and shut it, locking the dream away. Then I pull on some jogging pants and a loose hoodie and head out into the chill early spring morning. The cool air is nice, and the last vestiges of nightmare sw
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Chapter 2 When I get home I find my aunt has left a casserole on the dining table. She also cleaned the house in her usual haphazard way, shoving things into closets and behind the couch to make the room appear marginally neater. I’m not hungry so I shove the dish into the mostly empty fridge. I guess I’m gonna have to buy food at some point. When I close the refrigerator door I am confronted with a list of groceries that my father had written and stuck to the door with a magnet from our tr
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Chapter 1 I need to go. Somewhere. I don’t know. I just need to be not here. I stand, suddenly. The teacher stops lecturing, and in the silence every eye in the room is on me. I walk out quickly; no one says a word. They know, and if they don’t they will soon. The hall is empty and cold and I realize I don’t really have anywhere to go. I pick a direction at random and just walk. Eventually I come to a door and then I’m outside. I keep walking, and now I’m at the football field. Maybe a
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How close can Kenan come to the flame before he gets burned? Will love cauterize fresh wounds or will it blister? Just how hot is Asher? (Very)
