Mercedes Chavez
Bio
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
Stories (51/0)
Darkness Falls
The forest breathes around me, a symphony of dripping leaves and distant thunder. I can't remember how I got here, but the darkness between the trees feels alive, watching, waiting. Every rustle in the underbrush is a predator, every whisper of wind a ghostly warning. The cold seeps into my bones, a relentless chill reminding me I'm not alone. Somewhere in the shadows, something stirs, and I know, with a certainty that chills my heart, that it's coming for me. The forest, once a place of life and growth, now feels like a tomb, closing in around me with every shuddering breath I take.
By Mercedes Chavez2 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024
Broken Hearts Fall SilentTop Story - May 2024
Attraction can sometimes be a deceptive guide, leading us through a mirage of charm only to leave us stranded in a harsh reality. It's a cruel twist of fate when the dream we chase turns into a nightmare we cannot escape. The realization that we've been deceived by our own feelings is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving us to pick up the pieces of our broken illusions. Yet, it's often through these painful experiences that we grow stronger and learn to see beyond the veil of mere appearances.
By Mercedes Chavez3 days ago in Confessions
Bittersweet
My heart aches, I have the same heart sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, the same one I had months ago. Tears fill my eyes all over again, remembering the drive home after that last cold conversation, I held it together in front of you, I didn't want you to see the power you came to have over me... I would not break down in front of you, but the moment I drove away, tears covered my face, and I screamed out in pain; I couldn't breathe, I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest.
By Mercedes Chavez3 days ago in Poets
Sweet Fantasy
He steps out, the steam trailing behind him like a gentle mist, wrapping the room in a warm embrace. Droplets of water glisten on his skin, catching the light in a dance of shimmering diamonds. The air is filled with the clean, crisp scent of soap and the promise of a new beginning. In this moment, I lie perfectly still, completely mesmerized by the sight of him.
By Mercedes Chavez4 days ago in Filthy
Why I Fell So Deeply
His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of green and brown, remind one of the earth's natural beauties, reflecting the serene hues of a forest at dusk or the warm, inviting glow of a morning sun. They hold a depth that suggests wisdom beyond years, a spark of mischief, and a well of kindness, all at once. Those hazel eyes, with just one glance, can calm a stormy heart and tell tales without words, leaving an imprint on the soul that lingers like the sweetest melody.
By Mercedes Chavez5 days ago in Poets
My Heart is Torn
In the quiet hours of contemplation, I find myself adrift in a sea of emotion, caught between the twin anchors of love that each of you represents. One of you, with your steadfast loyalty and gentle intimacy, offers a harbor of peace, a respite from the world's chaos. Your love is a silent promise, a whisper that resonates with the calmness of my heart, offering solace in its unwavering presence. The other, with fiery passion and invigorating motivation, sets my soul ablaze, pushing me to the heights of ecstasy and the depths of desire. Your love is a dance, a rhythm that beats in time with the most profound parts of my being, urging me forward, always seeking, always striving. Together, you are the embodiment of all that love can offer, the duality that completes the human experience. Yet, here I stand, divided, a heart rent by the most beautiful of agonies, loving two souls with a depth that defies words. To choose is to lose, to decide is to deny a part of myself that has been awakened by each of you. How does one weigh intimacy against passion, loyalty against motivation? How can I measure the quiet peace one brings against the soul-touching presence of the other? Love, in its purest form, is not meant to be quantified or confined, yet the reality of my situation demands a resolution. The truth is, my heart knows no bounds, no limits, where it concerns the affection, I hold for each of you. In this confession, I lay bare the turmoil that love has wrought within me, a testament to its power and its pain. For now, I am a traveler on an uncertain path, guided by the stars of two hearts that shine with equal brilliance in the night sky of my life.
By Mercedes Chavez8 days ago in Poets