( ...but it's not me... )

What am I doing?

His black coat merged easily with the shadows.

He, furtive slid along like a thief in the night, his hands feeling the coarse concrete behind him

What am I doing?

Frozen grass creaked under his feet.

I don’t care…

He sighed nervously.

…I must…

He rubbed his livid hands, and started to clamber up the rough, slippery bricks

I can’t ( Read more... )

Prowlers come out at night, but so do prowls.

“You shouldn’t be here…”

I looked at her red cherry lips, her jet-black curls that fell on the left side of her face, almost hiding her black childish eyes, a lovely bunch of light freckles surrounding her nose and scattered on the sides of her cheeks, her sweet-scented neck and her candid breasts, ( Read more... )

( I... have become... )

( All we are... is bullets I mean this... )

( Follow me down... )

She laid down, turned on her side, then again on her back, she twisted her fingers lazily into her long, fluffy, curly hair, felt on her fingertips the fresh softness surrounding her.

Slowly, with her light, gentle fingers, she lifted her white, thin night vest.

She caressed her forearms, rubbed her small, but firm and soft breasts, ( Read more... )

Sadly autobiographic.

“C’mon babe, do it right and I’ll give you a kiss!”

Yeah, I really wanted that kiss, something to cheer up that low, low, low disposition…

But… did I care? No, maybe I didn’t even notice how pathetic I was…

I just wanted that something for me, since things like holding hands or even the most ephemeral hug was stuff for lovers, stuff forbidden for ( Read more... )

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