Author has written 4 stories for Supernatural.
I was screaming the soundtrack to my life. Fleeing in a frenzy of cloth and skin. We parted like a dream, smooth and similar. It was hard not to notice the colour of your cheeks. Chapter Six states we dance indifferently. The empty shell of a man, was not to be forgotten. No, I'm not making sense enough for the both of us. Underlying tones of sadness, or sarcasm? You speak to me like a smokey jazz club. I'd like to get lost in your voice for a moment. Is this a declaration of love or loss? I feel like floating for now. Soft. Slow. Sweetly. Like an ignorant sailor going out to sea. Things will change in the morning. What was I thinking? Collect, he said. Collect these moments for we'll never share them again.
Sarcastic remarks and grins. I don't feel like talking. Sunlight warms freckled skin. Words fail all the time. I can’t calm down at all, panic is what panic feels like. can’t we just stay silent? speaking now seems far too violent. Then there was a kiss. Couldn't resist. Shady trees, warm breeze. Summer skin. Monotonous fun never ends. Sweat pours each pore. a sun in his eyes. barely touched as if being watched. frustration comes when friends succeed in doing things. lazy, new and good and bad. Lean back, lean forward. Still nice to know that someone here still wants me. Sleeping when the day breaks. Dreaming as the evening falls. And he's got the worst taste in music, If I didn't know this I'd lose it. Kiss the skies.
She likes to drown in her own teenage tendencies. Bearing a hole deep within herself. Its a warm thing, the surface of the sun. with red bottle caps and silent cell phones. Cold winter winds bite at her nose, solar flares in the distance. You have no idea. No one else . the beginning is the end is the beginning of our life.
it's you. the warmth of spring. the sweet smell of hay in the country. the dryness before rain. the chill up my spine when the wind blows. singing words into my ears with the breath of the breeze. it's you. the electric air of summer nights. the blanket blowing from a car ride. the silence of the stars. the brilliance of twilight. the blush on my cheeks. it's you. it's me.