To fall in love is a dangerous thing.
She ran her fingers through his hair, separating the deep mahogany corn rows. Her fingers gently gripped the ends and her hands found a place on the sides of his head. Excitement gripped her body and she bit her lip slightly. Viola had never expected anything to escalate so quickly. But he was like heroin to her, although she had done her best to suppress the animal within her. She just kept coming back for more.
Even rides on the bus took on new meaning, Nathan and I sitting side by side, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
He was the kind of guy to burn his draft card. He protested the war and wore heavy sideburns on either side of his angular face. He had dropped out of college a couple of years before to pursue work as an artist. Long story short, my dad did not like him.
“Hey Junior!” I shouted back.
Published 2 years ago
Rielly looked down at her coffee, still piping hot. She took a sip, anyway. She didn’t care how much it burned her mouth. She was so used to the rough feeling on her tongue from burning it so often that she didn’t even notice it. She placed the mug back on the table, and when she looked up, her heart stopped and sank to her gut.
Before I get into this "Love story" of sorts, let me explain something. My style of writing is a bit different from your average Joe. I like to leave things open for interpretation and allow the readers to take the message they need from my works. Sometimes I will draw a few things or paint something that helps better portray the emotion of the story, so all the artwork you see, is all original, and created for the soul superpose of portraying emotion in a way that words can't. Hope you all enjoy my first post!