My Book Babies

My Book Babies
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Saturday 26 March 2016

Craving You

First published in my old notebook April 20, 2014

Craving you

I have been craving you for weeks. I know we are bad for each other, that's why I have been so strict with myself, refused to see you. I have been so good, but I don't know how much longer I can deny myself.

It has been building like a thunderstorm, the need for you, for so long now.  Your scent, your taste on my tongue, the two of us melting into each other, becoming one. You are all I think of at my desk at work, pounding the treadmill at the gym, sitting in traffic. I need you, I want you so much, every cell in my body is calling to you.

I see you with that girl on the bus and something inside me snaps. I can't deny myself, deprive myself of you any longer. I need you. I want you. I'll have you tonight. Oh, I can't wait until tonight! I've got to have you now.

My heart is racing as I reach for you, my fingertips trembling as they caress your familiar contours. I pull you close to me, take a deep breath and inhale your delicious scent. My mouth waters in anticipation and I hold back just a moment more, knowing I am committed now. I will have you and I will hate myself for it tomorrow. It is too late to stop it. I don't even care. I just want to devour you.

I rip off your wrapping and shovel you in. Sod the diet. You, Chocolate, are well worth it.

Monday 14 March 2016

Sixteen sixteen word love stories

I'm playing around a lot with micro fiction at the moment (a much longer piece is on its way) so I thought I would share some with you. I love the challenge of trying to write very short stories. Some of these may become longer stories one day (I think Protection has potential.)

Sixteen Sixteen Word Love Stories
By Victoria Pearson


Accidentally in Love

He showed her the things he loved and piece by piece she fell for his soul.

Fairy Walk

We walked into the woods on a mundane Monday. When we walked out, everything had changed.


Lost

Saw his dream girl in a crowd. Spent his life searching for her. Never found her.

The most painful cliché

“I love you” she said, “but I’m not in love with you anymore.”
My world shattered.

Growing apart

I try to hold her hand, but she pulls it away. My little girl, growing up.

Unrequited

I loved her uncontrollably, an untameable passion that ignited my soul. She didn’t know my name.


Secret

His name was tattooed on a secret spot of her soul; indelible, defining, and slightly sore.

Sacrifice

“Love makes you vulnerable to destruction,” she warned.
“Your kisses are worth the pain,” he replied.

Rebound

The tree shed leaves like tears, mourning for his lost love, Summer. Autumn could never compare.

The Siren Stole His Soul

I felt myself slipping away as we danced. With her final kiss she stole my name.

Break Down Her Walls

The most persistent battering rams couldn’t breach her defences. Respect and loving words did with ease.

Unspoken

He loved her, but it he kept it to himself.
She loved him, but she never said.

Mad Love

“Love or madness,” she shrugged, “symptoms are the same.”
“Please don’t let it end either way.”

Perfect Imperfections

“I am mad, bad, broken. You should stay away.”
“Your darkness is true beauty to me.”

Protection

I watch my son call another man “Daddy.”
Being a Guardian Angel is a heavy burden.

A life, Encapsulated

They met, blushed, danced, wished, kissed, lusted,  laughed, loved, married,  grew old, died, and were missed.