Post by flowering on Mar 12, 2016 19:54:35 GMT -8
Please critique and comment! Thank you! I want to improve this as much as I can. I thought a thread by itself would be best for longer posts.
"In His Arms" is a story about a stalker who doesn't realize he's a stalker. (Gay male "romance")
Characters: Matthew (Main Character) and Daniel (Love Interest)
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In His Arms: (part of) Chapter One
In the middle of a thunderstorm, in the middle of a cornfield, this is where stalkers go to cleanse their sins. As the cool rain poured down on me, my warm skin began to prickle up. I stood in the exact same spot for several minutes to get the feeling of the rain on me to remember it. To help me cool down. Letting the rain wash over me, my thought began to untangle and clear into nothingness.
He was out of my league. He was. I couldn't no longer deny it. What was I thinking? The
sand in the bottom of my fish tank was setting in my mind's view, as it usually did when I was trying to calm down. It always brought me peace. My fish were dying again once more.
Looking like a soaking mess, being drenched by the thundering rain, I wondered if I would ever see that beautiful black head of hair again. Shoulder length, silk black hair that I could get lost into, again and again. It could wrap me up and choke the life out of me, I would be happy with my last dying breath.
Why couldn't I get him out of my mind? It had been for years, this continually happening. Why? Why? Why? Why did he dazzle me so much? The fish tank had been slammed empty on to my maroon bedroom carpet. The fish were flopping around, gasping and gasping for air, until there was no breath left in their lungs.
I trekked home in a slow pace through the old McAlister's cornfield. Dragged my heels, my emotions stirred faster and faster until they overcame me as I broke down crying, dropping to my knees. Why couldn't he love me? I loved him. Isn't that enough for him? Apparently not.
I fiddled with my Bic lighter in my faded jeans' pocket. Since I was still raining by the gallons, I decided not to have a smoke. It had so far been the best decision of the day for me.
A small pastel yellow farm house coming into view, what I called home for the time being. It was the only yellow house in the whole town. With white shutters, run-down white picket fence and brown roof tiles, it made me think about the time me and him, Daniel were stargazing on the roof. No, no, no, that was just a daydream I had. Why did he say that? He didn't mean it. He couldn't of. He is always was in my thoughts.
Daniel Lawrence Hall. His full name. It even sounded majestic, just like his black beauty hair. As I lay down on the my bed and curl under the covers, I remember everything I liked about him.
"In His Arms" is a story about a stalker who doesn't realize he's a stalker. (Gay male "romance")
Characters: Matthew (Main Character) and Daniel (Love Interest)
*****
In His Arms: (part of) Chapter One
In the middle of a thunderstorm, in the middle of a cornfield, this is where stalkers go to cleanse their sins. As the cool rain poured down on me, my warm skin began to prickle up. I stood in the exact same spot for several minutes to get the feeling of the rain on me to remember it. To help me cool down. Letting the rain wash over me, my thought began to untangle and clear into nothingness.
He was out of my league. He was. I couldn't no longer deny it. What was I thinking? The
sand in the bottom of my fish tank was setting in my mind's view, as it usually did when I was trying to calm down. It always brought me peace. My fish were dying again once more.
Looking like a soaking mess, being drenched by the thundering rain, I wondered if I would ever see that beautiful black head of hair again. Shoulder length, silk black hair that I could get lost into, again and again. It could wrap me up and choke the life out of me, I would be happy with my last dying breath.
Why couldn't I get him out of my mind? It had been for years, this continually happening. Why? Why? Why? Why did he dazzle me so much? The fish tank had been slammed empty on to my maroon bedroom carpet. The fish were flopping around, gasping and gasping for air, until there was no breath left in their lungs.
I trekked home in a slow pace through the old McAlister's cornfield. Dragged my heels, my emotions stirred faster and faster until they overcame me as I broke down crying, dropping to my knees. Why couldn't he love me? I loved him. Isn't that enough for him? Apparently not.
I fiddled with my Bic lighter in my faded jeans' pocket. Since I was still raining by the gallons, I decided not to have a smoke. It had so far been the best decision of the day for me.
A small pastel yellow farm house coming into view, what I called home for the time being. It was the only yellow house in the whole town. With white shutters, run-down white picket fence and brown roof tiles, it made me think about the time me and him, Daniel were stargazing on the roof. No, no, no, that was just a daydream I had. Why did he say that? He didn't mean it. He couldn't of. He is always was in my thoughts.
Daniel Lawrence Hall. His full name. It even sounded majestic, just like his black beauty hair. As I lay down on the my bed and curl under the covers, I remember everything I liked about him.
