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    S.L. Lewis
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Rose Strailos Flash Stories - 6. Prompt: 7, 25, 53

7: Love
25: Quiver
53: Envy
Prompt: Love
Number: 7

Its butterflies in the stomach and smiles that carry a secret. It’s walking hand in hand, even if it in secret. Its soft kisses and softer looks. It’s holding each other close, no need for sexual intimacy every night.

Its giggles and laughs, even at the stupidest things. It’s forgiving after a big fight and compromise before.

Its life for the heart and soul that fills you up and never leaves you empty. It’s the light in the dark that I want in my life for always.

It’s the one thing that has a duel side though. It can cut and maim, leaving you sobbing and in pain. It can destroy you even as it rebuilds you.

But it’s always there just for you.

Prompt: Quiver
Number: 25

It’s not quite a shudder, but not soft enough to be a shiver. It’s somewhere between and I can’t help but smirk at the fact that I can cause this reaction in someone, since it can show pleasure or pain.

This time though, it shows the anticipation of my touch, of his want for me and what I plan on doing.

Prompt: Envy
Number: 53

It’s a greasy, disgusting feeling, making me want to scrub at my skin until it’s red and raw. It makes me see red as I watch them flirt with each other, smiling brightly and happily. They are so in love it’s disgusting. It makes me wrench even as I feel it slip into my heart.

I want what they have, and I want it now. I want to be the one pushing his hair out of his face with a loving hand. I want to be the one that was looked at like I was the best person in the world. I wanted that love to be directed at me.
I want it and I can feel the greasy, disgusting feeling amplify and make me rub at my skin.

Disclaimer: I own the characters, I created this world. This story is an ORIGINAL FICTION and is mine. Any copyright infringement will be not be tolerated. Anything/one recognizable is not mine and is not meant to infringe on copyrights.
Copyright © 2011 Rose Strailo; All Rights Reserved.
Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
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