Comment to 'I'm just in the mood.' by spikesgirl58
That being said... here are my tries. Even in two sentences I can't do short.
It is such an amazing feeling to wake up in luxurious bed, take a long shower and have a breakfast waiting in the kitchen, before a long day of relaxing and waiting for you to come. I do my best to forget all about locks and unbreakable glass in the windows.
We meet in a different bar each time, I always buy you a drink, we dance until closing time and then spend the rest of the night at your flat. You taste amazing, too bad I have to take your memories as well as your blood each time to stop you from running away forever.
The village I moved in was like something from a fiction story - all neat old houses all with small gardens, surrounded by lush fields and filled with friendly but not too nosey people, there was even one slightly decrepit abandoned house perfect for Halloween party I was invited at. As a star of the night - at sacrificial altar.
I love this old house, I lived here from my birth and it is filled with fond memories of past times with all of our family, but now I am old and just want to spend my last years in quiet surrounded by my books. As usual I settle in the library and as usual I find the book I am reading moved back on shelves, I am used to it by now, just as I am used to several shadows floating through a wall where once was a door with faint whispers of "Poltergeist..." barely audible.
I am walking by a roadside on a cool autumn evening in my best dress holding dance shoes in hand, hoping for a car to get home faster from a disaster of this date. Car stops and I get in enjoying the warmth that doesn't last - cemetery comes around fast and cold takes me leaving one last thought - next year I'll try again.
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It is such an amazing feeling to wake up in luxurious bed, take a long shower and have a breakfast waiting in the kitchen, before a long day of relaxing and waiting for you to come. I do my best to forget all about locks and unbreakable glass in the windows.
We meet in a different bar each time, I always buy you a drink, we dance until closing time and then spend the rest of the night at your flat. You taste amazing, too bad I have to take your memories as well as your blood each time to stop you from running away forever.
The village I moved in was like something from a fiction story - all neat old houses all with small gardens, surrounded by lush fields and filled with friendly but not too nosey people, there was even one slightly decrepit abandoned house perfect for Halloween party I was invited at. As a star of the night - at sacrificial altar.
I love this old house, I lived here from my birth and it is filled with fond memories of past times with all of our family, but now I am old and just want to spend my last years in quiet surrounded by my books. As usual I settle in the library and as usual I find the book I am reading moved back on shelves, I am used to it by now, just as I am used to several shadows floating through a wall where once was a door with faint whispers of "Poltergeist..." barely audible.
I am walking by a roadside on a cool autumn evening in my best dress holding dance shoes in hand, hoping for a car to get home faster from a disaster of this date. Car stops and I get in enjoying the warmth that doesn't last - cemetery comes around fast and cold takes me leaving one last thought - next year I'll try again.
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