I forewarn you. These Stories are graphic, and sometimes may not be as you expect. i write a wide range of loves stories. Some about morbid, love hate stories. others the typical tragedy love sick stories, and some are of the love that will never have a happy ending.
here goes my first one
The girl laybeled a goth, a nobody that anybody would want. She wore black, black pantie-hoes. She wore black lipstick, and eye-shadow. She even dyed her hair black. The thigh high boots where black. This woman walked along in the midst of night and the moon.
With her was a letter, no address, no name, no indication as to its contents. The woman walked on to what seemed to be endlessly.
The woren brick streets, a result for creating jobs for unable men and women during the last world war. They glistened with due collected during the long night. The streets where lit dimmly by the moon, and the reflection of itself in the damp streets.
The woman turned into a yard, giving no hesitation as to the possibility of mistaking the house for another. She walked with iron will, not even her high heeled boots would show her pace to arrive promptly to her destination. At this point there was no going back.
She strolled around the house to the back, whipping open the screen door to the sun room. She then reached the back door. Opening it with caution as to not alert anyone who may be about.
She pregressed into the house hold. There was no question, or quicklessness in her strides. She took off up the stairs into the second level, the level of her destination. Reaching the top of the stairs she then entered the room to her left of her. It was obviously a teenagers room, filled with posters of half naked women, and college paraphernalia. She then shut the door behind her with great diligence.
She watched as a man lie on the bed nearing the window. Emotion was amiss, but with a quick glance she had spotted a chair at is designated spot. She removed the chair from the desk and placed it next to his bed. She then turned and opened his closet, rumaging through the contents for a while, emerging with a pair of pants that where fadded from a denim blue to a faint acid white color. Then a White and tan stripped shirt, and a belt. She then turned to his chest of drowers and pulled from it a pair of boxer breifs, and some socks. then at the foot of his bed she pulled a pair of k-swiss white shoes, and then places them over his desk.
She then sat in his chair staring at him, watching and listening to the signs that assured her that he was alive.
Shortly there after an hour and a half had passed, the sun was brimming over the horizon. She knew tht it was her time to leave, but before she left she placed the letter upon his un-occupied pillow. She leaned over and brushed the stray hairs away from his sleep encrusted eyes, and then kissed his cheek.
She then exited the house as she had entered. Making sure that no one was disturbed by her trespass.
She had drifted off into the fog of the morning. She came across joggers, and other morning fitness seekers. Finally she could see the parking lot of a highschool. Again her strides faulted none, and carried her off into the tar and rock mixture jungle of Wellington High.
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As he awoke his eyes did not open, but his hands recognized the opperations it was to execute, turning off the alarm, and then to peel the cover from him. He then rolled out of his bed to resume the morning preperations. Walking around his bed with his right hand guiding him. He then stumbled upon the chair. His eyes still refused to open to see the morning sun.
He then dragged his feet into the bathroom, turning on the light, and finally opening his well rested eyes. He then walked to the shower, pulled on a lever that called forth the warm steaming water. He then sighed with relief while coming upon the water. He closed his eyes, and proceeded to resume by memorization. He then stumbled out of the shower probing for a towel that hung from the back of his bathroom door. Walking into the bedroom, he realized that his clothes where laying out on his desk. Oddly enough he decided not to question or even speek. Glancing at the clook while he fitted himself for the day. He noticed that it was only minutes before he had to be as his school.
He ran to his bathroom, quickly applied some deoderant, and then squeezed a little toothpaste on his finger then rubbed his teeth with his finger. He dove over his bed to find his coat. When bringing himself up and on balance he was surprised to find laying next to him on his pillow that there was a letter.
Snatching it off the pillow he took off to the front door, snatching his keys off the key hook, and then whipping off the porch to find his car. He stuffed the letter into his pocket, and then started his car and took off down the road. It was foggy, and he had to turn on his fog lights to get around.
He suddenly remembered that he picked up a letter off of his pillow. He opened it to read.
"Dear Chris
I know we have never spoken, and that you might not know my name. I am Merideth, im 18 years old, and i have amired you from afar. I know that you would never accept me, though i feel as if i love you with a great passion. For what i do in this day will be solely for you
Love
Merideth"
Loosing concentration for a second he looks up to find that he is only inch's away from colliding with another vehicle. Pulling to his right he lucks out and misses. As he looks back to achknowledge his victory. He suddenly is yanked by some force from his car, through his windsheild. He slides a couple of feet onto the walk way of the highschool. He finds himself in a pool of red life curled next to a woman that lays motion. The letter gripped in one hand he seeks some comfort and wraps his left arm, which holds his letter in hand, and closes his eyes.
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She reached the side walk of the high school. Digging through her pocked and emerging with a razor blade, taken from a shop class scrapper of some sort. She forces the blade to lick her wrists bringing about the red lines it had traveled. She then lie alone on the side walk waiting for the world to end. Forgetting that she is still in the world, she closes her eyes.
She then hears a loud crash, paying no attention she then feels a body slide underneither her left arm she looks down to find that the boy she had said good bye to moments ago was joining her to venture to the unknown.
A smile creeped onto her face, as she felt his arm glide over her abdomen, as she fell into the death that would not only be hers, but theirs together.
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I know that this might not be the best, but its what i had in my head at this time. I know its not going to be the puletzer prize winner, but its a start.
