I don't know what to do anymore.
She's ruining me, and I am absolutely, one hundred percent okay with it. The only thing I ever think about anymore, is Sage. Her. With those brown doe eyes, and those naturally pink lips that always felt like heaven against mine. Her, with the pale skin and dark clothes. Her.
I take another sip of my Coke; another long drag of my cigarette,.
Feelings suck.
"Hey. I got your message." Sage chirps in a slightly strange, bright voice. She licks her lips, before sliding across from me in the booth.
Fuck. I really do adore her.
The butterflies(yes, I still get butterflies) in my stomach erupt at the sigh of her magnificent features. Her smokey eye shadow. The cat tails that her eyeliner created. My insides and cheeks warm as our eyes meet; brown to green. Her oversized Christmas sweater hangs loosely on her shoulders, by passing the palms of her hands and almost touching her navy fingertips; and, for some reason, I find myself reaching for her infinitely smaller hands.
Her eyebrows scrunch in the slightest way, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, she weaves our fingers together, romanticizing the event in the most wonderful of ways.
"You are the single-handily most beautiful thing in this entire city." I stumble over my words, tripping as if I was walking in the dark.
Her cheeks flush primrose pink.
"Thank...thank you..." She whimpers, the pain at accepting the compliment visibly played out on her expression.
"You're also really adorable."
She scoffs.
"Alright, I can't accept that one. I can only take so many without laughing."
It's my turn to scoff.
But it's true, my dear. You're absolutely beautiful; and the time will come...so soon. The time will come when I can finally reveal the hid...
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...Sage hum in happiness. I found that as something she did when she felt joy, or warmth.
I unlock the brown door, kicking my shoes off on the off-white carpet before setting Sage on the bed. The smell of cheap motel rooms and star crossed teenagers wafts through the air, as I stare out the transparent windows; out into the wild streets of New York.
"Come here." Sage hums sleepily, nuzziling herself under the sheets.
I happily oblige, crawling in next to her and letting the brunette cuddle close.
"You know, I have very conflicting emotions about you." I say quietly.
"Michael?" She looks up at me.
"Uh, yes?"
"You fancy me, don't you?"
I go quiet.
"Shut up."
She gives a tired laugh as my cheeks flush a heated primrose.
"I know you do, it's alright. I kind of adore you, too."
I really do think I'm beggining to love the smell of cheap motels.
And maybe,
Her.
" I wish I could have helped more but hey did you hear about Lord Williamson " she says in a hushed tone. I stop and I turn around quickly.
she blushed deeply. “To tell the truth it has been so often called a charm that I was
Do you remember the first time we met? I do as I cannot shake the memory. It was love at first sight. I’ll never forget the feeling I had. A warmth overcame my body as you stoked a fire in my heart. It was like I had spent my life drowning in the sea around me and you were that breath of fresh air as I pulled myself out. My cares and concerns melted away. I was complete. You were exactly what I had been missing in my life. My better half you completed me you made me whole. Your touch, your scent, your glistening radiance I took it all in. I felt its force enter my body working its way to the very center of my soul. It felt like a real living breathing thing coalescing within my life force touching parts of me I never knew existed. You awakened some innate primal desire and I needed you at all times.
“I was so surprised! I couldn’t believe it was actually him. A rush of adrenaline went through my body. Along with being in shock, I felt some sort of relief and happiness.”
...tween Nemecia’s knees, my face in her hands, her attention swept over me the way I imagined a wave would, warm and slow and salty.
The part of her hair gave birth to a running red river, so deep and rich and full of life it could call to mind in certain individuals of a sanguine cascade down stairs. The shape of her forehead, coupled with the delicate white of her skin, cast upon the room like a crescent moon. Then her face, the most angelic face, one of innocence and childhood ardor, had hints of lust carved into the creases around the eyes and besetting the lips. Her eyes were what she unaf...
“You didn’t see that coming?” He said, stepping back and looking highly amused. You glanced up at the porch roof, the spins-like feeling finally leaving. A smile slowly broke across your face, and you felt your cheeks burning.
“Shh,” He silenced me again, but much softer than before, “I’m happy you’re here with me. Just don’t say any more, please. I can almost go back. Holding your hand like this, I can almost deceive my own heart and pretend I’m not alone now.”
“You’re going to be the prettiest girl on the dance floor.” She said softly in my ears.
"Well, you are a graceful dancer," he complimented. "I don't teach ballroom dancing, but you seem to be controlled and full of intent in the way you move... you know and have mastered your own body, a trait many don't seem to have...."
The Role of Rational Thinking in Alice’s Identity Crisis. Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland follows the story of a young Alice trapped in the world of Wonderland after falling down through a rabbit hole. The rabbit-hole, which is filled with bookshelves, maps, and other objects, foreshadows the set of rules, the ones Alice is normally accustomed to, that will be defied in Wonderland. This conflict between her world and Wonderland becomes evident shortly after her arrival as evinced by chaos in “Pool of Tears” and Alice brings up the main theme of the book “was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.
In the 1951 Disney movie, Alice in Wonderland, Alice falls down a rabbit-hole while chasing a White Rabbit with a waistcoat and ends up in Wonderland. It is a place where animals talk and logic no longer exits. In the original work by Lewis Carroll, Alice grows internally and has control over her surroundings in Wonderland. She learns how to wear the crown of adulthood by finally knowing her identity in the end. Although Disney’s version imitates the same adventure as the original, Alice’s character’s identity does not develop.
Everywhere I go, she is always there. Not in a physical sense but more in a spiritual sense. I understand it is all in my head but every time the scent of vanilla appeared, she automatically comes to mind. How she would wake up in the morning with her hair in my face and her back facing me while my arms rested around her waist. Let’s just say it was my favorite place to be. She was the only one I needed. Then things got strange.The sun started going down sooner and the moon started to glow brighter. I know we will be together forever. Will, such a strange and yet demanding word. One night, the wind was blowing hard and the snow just began to fall. Coincidently it was our two-year anniversary. I had just bought a ring for the girl of my dreams and no, it wasn’t a proposal. It was more of a promise ring. She never has had one before which is pretty insane due to her incredible beauty. Any man would be lucky to have her and I’m the lucky one.
As we read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and The Island of Dr. Moreau, we enter into two unique worlds of imagination. Both Lewis Carroll and H.G. Wells describe lands of intrigue and mystery. We follow Alice and Prendick into two different worlds where animals speak, evolution is tested, and reality is bent until it nearly breaks. It is the masterminds of Lewis Carroll and H.G. Wells that take these worlds of fantasy and make them realistic. How do these two great authors make the unbelievable believable? Both Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and The Island of Dr. Moreau float in between a dream world and reality, which makes the real seem unbelievable and the unbelievable seem real.
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.