A story!
Cassandra,
Hi. Well, I just thought you might like to read what I've been working on. I know I wouldn't let you last time, but it's just.. embarassing, you know? I wanted you to read this, though. And it's, well.. it's better not face to face. Where I won't have to see you laughing uproariously. I hope you'll still be my friend after this.
It was a dark and stormy night. She stood at the window, gazing out into the rain. Where was he? Would he come for her like he had said? She turned her gaze away from the chilling drops, staring at the cold, hard floor. Oh, if but she could cast herself down, and wouldn't have to deal with this incessant worry anymore. Was he hurt? Was he captured? Had he lied? Her belly felt like a seething mass of nerves as she moved towards her bed. Perhaps sleep was what she needed.
Sitting on the edge, a lazy hand trailed across the sheets, smoothing them down. It was hard for her. She couldn't bring herself to lie down. Her mind was alive with thoughts, impossible thoughts. What would she do if he didn't come to her? Oh, please come, she thought hopelessly.
Finally making herself lay down, though still clothed, she stared at the ceiling. The wait had clamped a steel vice around her heart. And then. What was that? Sitting up, hair splaying about her bare shoulders, gaze trained on the door. The door that was bursting open, a dark silhouette outlined there.
"Who is it?" She called hesitatingly.
"Katherine," A deep voice breathed. The body of said voice stepping into the light, revealing a drenched man of breathtaking beauty.
Choking on her words, Katherine stood up, and flung herself at the man, arms encircling his waist. "George. You came," She sighed, burrowing her head into his wet chest.
"I came for you," The deep voice reassured her. "I would never leave you, Katharine. I love you."
Breath catching in her throat, Katharine looked up at the man. George. Her love. Whole and healthy. "Where have you been?" Tears shone in her eyes. Finally, she had allowed herself to feel the emotions that had been bubbling up inside of her.
"It doesn't matter. I'm here now." With that, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. "I want to take you." He ripped open her dress, leaving the girl lying on the dark sheets, her smooth white skin glistening with inherited dampness.
"Take me, George. I've been waiting for you," She breathed huskily, opening herself up to him.
...Well, I can't quite bring myself to send you the rest of it. But.. what do you think!? I'm rather proud of it, actually.
Thanks!
Greta
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It's October. And you know what that means? Halloween. Halloween was always my favourite. There's just something about getting to eat candy all day and not having your parents reprimand you for it, that makes it the best holiday ever. Apart from Christmas maybe. But I do really enjoy Halloween, despite the cold. If only it weren't so far away, yet.
Oh, well, I guess I'll push on through. And sneak candy until then.
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Greta
Hi. Well, I just thought you might like to read what I've been working on. I know I wouldn't let you last time, but it's just.. embarassing, you know? I wanted you to read this, though. And it's, well.. it's better not face to face. Where I won't have to see you laughing uproariously. I hope you'll still be my friend after this.
It was a dark and stormy night. She stood at the window, gazing out into the rain. Where was he? Would he come for her like he had said? She turned her gaze away from the chilling drops, staring at the cold, hard floor. Oh, if but she could cast herself down, and wouldn't have to deal with this incessant worry anymore. Was he hurt? Was he captured? Had he lied? Her belly felt like a seething mass of nerves as she moved towards her bed. Perhaps sleep was what she needed.
Sitting on the edge, a lazy hand trailed across the sheets, smoothing them down. It was hard for her. She couldn't bring herself to lie down. Her mind was alive with thoughts, impossible thoughts. What would she do if he didn't come to her? Oh, please come, she thought hopelessly.
Finally making herself lay down, though still clothed, she stared at the ceiling. The wait had clamped a steel vice around her heart. And then. What was that? Sitting up, hair splaying about her bare shoulders, gaze trained on the door. The door that was bursting open, a dark silhouette outlined there.
"Who is it?" She called hesitatingly.
"Katherine," A deep voice breathed. The body of said voice stepping into the light, revealing a drenched man of breathtaking beauty.
Choking on her words, Katherine stood up, and flung herself at the man, arms encircling his waist. "George. You came," She sighed, burrowing her head into his wet chest.
"I came for you," The deep voice reassured her. "I would never leave you, Katharine. I love you."
Breath catching in her throat, Katharine looked up at the man. George. Her love. Whole and healthy. "Where have you been?" Tears shone in her eyes. Finally, she had allowed herself to feel the emotions that had been bubbling up inside of her.
"It doesn't matter. I'm here now." With that, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. "I want to take you." He ripped open her dress, leaving the girl lying on the dark sheets, her smooth white skin glistening with inherited dampness.
"Take me, George. I've been waiting for you," She breathed huskily, opening herself up to him.
...Well, I can't quite bring myself to send you the rest of it. But.. what do you think!? I'm rather proud of it, actually.
Thanks!
Greta
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It's October. And you know what that means? Halloween. Halloween was always my favourite. There's just something about getting to eat candy all day and not having your parents reprimand you for it, that makes it the best holiday ever. Apart from Christmas maybe. But I do really enjoy Halloween, despite the cold. If only it weren't so far away, yet.
Oh, well, I guess I'll push on through. And sneak candy until then.
--
Greta