It was unmatched life experience that bestowed in her eyes the sultry gleam that separates women from girls. Although she viewed her life experience like bruises on a peach, men of all ages still found ways to see past the indications of damaged goods long enough to offer her a drink. Hell, it was less than an hour ago that one such man called her gothic perfection and cried on her shoulder. Her boyfriend agreed that a crazy life can grow a girl up quick; it was only last november that she turned seventeen.
Jake Vander Ark
The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure.
music perfection singing coming-of-age
Girls were like poems: weird, incomprehensible and boring, but those in the know assured me that they were beautiful.
beauty growing-up girls coming-of-age
But in the end, black can never be white, one plus one must always equal two, and Mara Lynn was a normal little girl.
beauty fantasy fiction logic paranormal-romance young-love
Judge that boy if you must; for debauchery, for objectifying innocence.. But before you finalize your verdict, oh innocent reader, I beg you to scan again that last stanza. What you and I overlooked in our cloud of perversion and nasty objectification was the unrestrained joy of a little girl playing dress-up for the very first time.
beauty perfection judge coming-of-age
You know that moment when you hug somebody, when your heart feels warm and high in your chest and tingly? When you feel just for a second like a baby in a womb.. That nothing matters? That's how I want you to feel. That's what a girlfriend should do, I think.
paranormal-romance hug
William looked up.. Through his tears.. Past the catwalk and lights.. Past the sky.. Through the dark and clouds and stars and into the void where he once knew God existed, then turned himself outside-in, alone, and asked, 'Why?
theater obsession prayer stage
thriller suicide gothic
His stubble was cut smooth. He smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. Those eyes--grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love--they seduced her every time.. But not tonight.
eyes sensuality
Every time I think about that girl, my mind commits a sin.
perfection catholic coming-of-age
When left unsatisfied, lust becomes violence.
coming-of-age bullies
You must log in to post a comment.
There are no comments yet.