He rose to go but felt her hand clasp around his forearm. "Hey," she said, just like that.

The television was already off; in the distance the sounds of a chiding mother drifted in to fill the hush. "Why'd you do that? How am I supposed to talk to Mrs Kang again? ... He took your phone? Couldn't you..."

He turned to look at her, found himself ( Read more... )

I found this in my notebook -- probably written 4 years ago, at least? -- but interestingly enough I don't think I posted it. So here it is.

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"You think-- you think-- you will ever want more?" She looked at me imploringly.

I took her in my arms, and we stood like that, for a while. It was calming to listen to the wind, and birds, and far-off ( Read more... )

I am too wild for you, I think, myself with my lustful thoughts and itch to create, hungering after extremity far up on the shore where the waves never lap. I show you ochre, cobalt, plum and orchid; eggshell, cornsilk, cream and lace; you smile or don’t smile but never say yes or no. I sit beside you wanting you to be the sea but you return me a ( Read more... )

He likes to think of himself as a connoisseur of sorts. Of girls, specifically. He is interested in each and every one of them, their habits, their air, their way of thinking, their interests and insecurities. He collects their personalities like dead butterfly wings, pinning them up on his diary neatly identified by name and backstory ( Read more... )

A little girl had been staring at the balloon seller for half an hour. Occupied with doing his business it had been twenty minutes before he saw her, and ten minutes as he observed her from the corner of his eye, pretending not to have noticed. Finally at the end of the ten minutes he gave up his pretence, crouched down and handed her a red balloon ( Read more... )

Here are your stage directions:

You play the role of Malcontent. Delight for you is merely amusement and mockery, never true contentment. This is a play, life is a stage- and you know it, you chuckle privately to the unseen audience over the seriousness of other characters and all your emotional outbursts are merely exaggerated, never felt.

No, don ( Read more... )

I envy you. You're a moment of stopped time, the eye of a whirlpool which drives away currents while I got pulled off by their force. You would stay half filled, half blank, as though my words had dribbled away leaving you a blank clear white reflecting off my emotions ( Read more... )

I like the raw animal sensuality of being nude in bed, in the darkness where only brief shapes can be seen-and the rest is all touch, free for your exposed length of your body to rub over. There is a sense of possibility, baring it all, tempting someone to enter, mere animal stripped to basal instincts of fully sensation and nerves. In the darkness ( Read more... )

Come, she says. Let me tell you a secret, but you must promise to tell no one ( Read more... )

he will ask,
are you lonely like I am? and maybe two lonely people will come together to try and make themselves not-so-lonely, but end up being lonelier than they were before, two lonely souls in lonely equilibrium and only sipping heat from each other but not getting any back.

so they will sit by a canteen table, alone because nobody wants to ( Read more... )