She waited for him by the side of the lake, dressed in layers of clothing to keep the cold away. When the young man approached, she didn’t even glance at him as she spoke. “Jaime,” her fingers slowly brushed a stray lock of hair away from her eyes, “I was supposed to go… I… I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I love you Elise, and that’s all that matters. ( Read more... )

Tincture (noun): An awkward moment of silence which falls in the middle of a conversation; occasionally due to the emergence of an uneasy topic. Though most of the time, it is caused by the bringing up of a certain subject in a conversation, it can also be caused by environmental factors such as a scene in a movie or a song playing in the ( Read more... )

And so it happened just as it was supposed to; she returning to her castle in that distant shore and he, back to being just another vagabond with a lute playing for taverns and living off song and poem. Hope for the best, expect the worst, and how he hoped it would turn out differently. But unlike the stories of kings and queens and loves that ( Read more... )

Her gun’s cold lips were on the man’s forehead; kissing him long and still as a solemn lover. She had spent over four years of her life looking for him all across Asia, only to find him walking alone and half- drunk in a silent corner street in downtown Beijing; like an anti-climactic end to a movie ( Read more... )

He sheathed his knife and sat by her bedside, listening to the story, the way he had done so the evening before. Her words were of magics and sands, treasures in caves, and djinns within lamps and rings. And though the tale was great and long, it would always harbor continuation ( Read more... )

There is a place far away, where men walk with dragons. It is a land filled with magic spells, fairy dust, enchanted woods and castles that float in the skies. In the tomes kept in their ancient libraries, one would read the greatest stories ever told; stories of kings and queens and knights fighting for honor, and of lovers that live on through, ( Read more... )

“Mmm… your smell is sweet oh summer solstice!”

I ruggedly rubbed my chin and grinned
and thanked the lovely lady.
Her witty words and wistful wink
had made my day so pretty.

I tipped my honey- combed hat and sat
and said to her in baritone;

“My kisses are coated chocolate, love.
So have a taste, oh caramel dove.”

She did, the naughty nymph she is
And ( Read more... )

She loved this city. The lights, the sounds, the people. Everything ( Read more... )

Here's something I posted on this writing community on LJ,
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