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fandom_muses #44
UnconditionalThe only thing I ever felt unconditionally was for him. For Greg, I mean. There were men in my life, of course, because I was a woman of Southern heritage and beautiful by their standards, so I never suffered a lack of admirers. But when it came to unconditional and real love, it was only Greg I could feel that for. And I don't say ( Read more... ) -
licenseartistic October
Prompt #006 - “ Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.” C. S. Lewis."I don’t want you to leave ( Read more... ) -
talking_muses #9D
Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women like to be a man's last romance. - Oscar Wilde.Everyone told me back at home that I’d be some big heartbreaker when I got older. The kind of girl that made the boys cry and wish they hadn’t blown their chances before I lost interest. I never believed it even though Mama always said it was true, and ( Read more... ) -
fandom_muses #40
When I was a child and growing up in Mississippi, I never had a problem feeling safe. My mother - Mama - was warm and strong, and I could crawl into Daddy's lap up until the age of eight without feeling any sort of shame about it. It was home, and home was safe. Home was the only place I wanted to be ( Read more... ) -
talking_muses #7C
FragileWhen I broke it was delicate, a gradual shattering of ideas, hopes, and created dreams we had conjured up together falling around to break against my tears. He didn’t notice because he was asleep. We had made love hours before and then I had realized it wasn’t making love anymore, it was having sex. Somewhere during all of this lust had ( Read more... ) -
thelyricalmuses #6
She'd been at his side for hours as he drifted in and out of aching pain, watching helplessly as each attack seemed to weaken him that much more. So few times he was actually able to speak to her coherently, for the agony he was feeling was so great it inhibited his logic and coherence. Had he been able to, Stacy worried he might have thrown ( Read more... ) -
elite_muses #13
I don’t regret it. He wants me to, but I won’t. I can’t, I refuse to regret saving his life. Even now, over five years later, I’m haunted at night by the ghostly thoughts of his face telling me it’s my fault, his eyes narrowed in harsh, grating disdain even while closing his ears to my responses. It doesn’t matter anymore as to why I did it, only ( Read more... ) -
fandom_muses topic #38
The only nemesis I ever knew was failure. I hated it more than anything else, and was so opposed to failing at anything in the world that I destroyed myself several times to try and avoid that very thing. When I came back with less than perfection I forced myself to correct it and move onward ( Read more... ) -
talking_muses #6C
He didn’t slam the door because I had badgered some sense of eloquence into his head, but I did hear the pounding footsteps down the stairs. They weren’t as fluent as they had been, and my heart ached with a raw pang every time the cane sounded against the floor. It was like nails driving into a coffin, a coffin that could be walked around in and ( Read more... ) -
thelyricalmuses #2
I could feel him watching me, the way he had been for the past twenty minutes. And when I moved I accented the rhythm in my hips, the smile on my face coming with far more ease than it had been for months. When was the last time I’d embraced this emotion, given myself up to sensuality and the possibility of something more than the pleasure of a ( Read more... )