remusirius

    Sweltering heat fills the floor, even wih the air condition and fans blowing. A young woman lies still on the floor of her bedroom, shirt cast aside, hair a mess, and eyes shut lazily. The sun casts shadows on the wall opposite the window, setting on the world as August begins its cycle.     A hand drifts, slowly, to pick up a pair of black spectacles, and sets them with ease upon the nose and behind the ears of the owner. Both eyes open, blinking, and blue iris' look up at the ceiling, tired. Only a month and-a-half of summer remains, and then, hopefully, the cool air of autumn will fill the atmosphere, along with the red, yellow, orang

Before I open my eyes, I can tell how bright it will be. I stretch my legs, arms, and back as I rustle beneath the white beddings, face quite comfortable in a pillow. A soft moan escapes my throat when I crack my neck and then I just stay there, lying in bed. Slowly, I open my eyes, flinching when the light enters my vision. A yawn finds its way out and I blink a few times to see better. Well, as best as a person without their glasses can.    I reach a hand out, groping at air, wondering where you went.    "Nugh...," I groan.    Your warmth isn't next to me. My eyes close again and I listen. A deep breath.    Light plops reach my ears

dead boy button, ate some mutton. he got to strutten, dead boy button. rachel likes boys. she uses them like toys. she throws them away like trash. and she has a great big rash. i like her perfect poise. julie is standing near. for my life i greatly fear. her breathing is loud. i see a hovering cloud. man... she's really queer. melissa is so cool. why does she hang around with fools? she's really nifty. she's prone to quickies. her sweater is made of wool.

Rain trickles down outside as a fire crackles and casts shadows in the room. The warm colors of the fire flicker across the bookshelves, couch and my tear-stained cheeks. I cannot help by sniffle every so often as my nose is runny from crying. I wipe at my fallen tears and burry my face in the palms of my hands, another session of sobs emitting from my throat. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. I take a few deep breathes to calm myself and I sit back on the couch, face parallel to the ceiling. I close my eyes, you image floating to my minds eye. Only hours ago you and I were on this very couch, your voice hesitant with thoughts