Summary: she's not brave enough
Word count: 417
About the story: one of those that came out during the time of fighting personal demons.

How many times did she hear that sound, the clicking of the empty gun pressed against her temple? She stopped counting. Maybe if she were brave enough the next time would be the last and she’d finally deprive the ( Read more... )

Summary: it’s hard to say goodbye

Word count: 726
About the story: This was written a long time ago and it was sort of a love letter to a girl living across the world.

You can feel her warm breath on your skin. It's soothing and taunting at the same time. Just to know she's here is making your blood boil, and it's not just passion but more of a sheer ( Read more... )

Summary: she had an accent, the girl from the south
Word count: 839
About the story: I’ve dreamt of this girl. I dreamt this story. Not as elaborate as it is in here, but pretty damn close.

Deep in the dimness of the room I sit, slightly reclined in the chair, just opposite from her bed. The cigarette slowly burns out between the fingers of my right ( Read more... )

Summary: the beginning and the end
Word count: 748
About the story: Originaly, this one was just a snippet (Spring), written after a highly emotional giddy outburst caused by falling head over heels for someone. Some time later, Bonfire was added to it after one highly unecessary, and probably very traumatic, experience after the love story was over.
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Summary: like an ambushed deer, I shattered
Word count: 946
About the story: The second story from my femslash opus I have ever written, back in 2004., if I remember correctly.

Those eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life, I swear. And her voice will echo in the back of my mind every time - every fucking time - I look at another woman. A new ( Read more... )

Summary: torn. desperate, even
Word count: 644
About the story: This is where my Muse got her physical form.

My muse has a weird way of showing affection. Maybe it's a game she likes to play. Or maybe I’m just assuming things to begin with. Her look is somewhat stern as if she’s expecting me to give out more of myself to her. Even though I want to, I ( Read more... )

Summary: it would take a miracle, you thought.
Word count: 921
About the story: I wrote this after three months of playing personal therapist for one of my friends. It was either write this or strangle her.

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You hoped for something to save you. It would take a miracle, you thought. While you lay in the bed at night, sleepless, and your mind ( Read more... )

Summary: she killed somebody, apparently
Word count: 895
About the story: This was written as a prologue for one of
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