Posts tagged ‘unrequited’

April 28, 2013

My Looking-Glass Self

by evilnymphstuff

I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:

looking in the mirror

 

“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”

Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.

April 9, 2013

Burnt And Cold: A Poem

by evilnymphstuff
                                                                             Burnt and Cold
                                                                       Consumed         Timber
                                                                Heartless                       Soul
                                                            In My Tomb  
                                                           And Hers                    Nonsense Lies
                                                             Happy                                    Mess
                                                                 Is Unknown                   To You
                                                                   Anger
                                                                      Hatred
                                                                          And Only                Never
                                                                             Faith Maybe              She
                                                                                 But Hope            Is Gone
                                                                                      All Lost
                                                                                          To Die
                                                                                              In Her Arms    Lies
                                                                                                  Or Mine        To Me
                                                                                                         Turns Away.

By D. Kwong Waye

January 18, 2013

The Most Tragic Love Story

by evilnymphstuff

Another Picture it & Write! And my contribution to this week’s picture…

girl suicides in bath tub

 

The most tragic of all love stories is one in which two people secretly love each other and yet…

Tracy thought that she had never met such a man as Kev. To any girl of the school, he was just like any other guy: not too muscular, nor too fragile; not too keen on sports, nor too geeky; not too handsome, nor too disgusting. He had plain dark eyes and hair, and his dressing code was rather the same every day: a boring T-shirt and a used pair of jeans.

December 17, 2012

Heartbroken

by evilnymphstuff

Hey! I’m finally back to Picture it & Write :) But I won’t be continuing The Unpredicted series though…

Anyway, enjoy my contribution!

diamonds

It was over.

She fell back onto the soft black velvet couch and let her phone slide down from her palm and fall onto the red carpet. It was over, even before it ever started. She did not cry though. She was out of tears. She was not surprised either. She had known this would happen.

But she felt terribly empty… and lonely.

July 15, 2012

Destructive Yet Inspiring

by evilnymphstuff

Another Picture It & Write :D And again I’m inspiring myself from a short story I’m progressively building at random, depending on the picture Ermilia hosts every week, called ‘Unpredicted’.

Read what happened previously in the story:

1. Your Eyes… And Mine

2. An Escape Attempt (keep scrolling for this one, it’s at the very end of the post!)

3. The Love Key… Among Others

4. This Is Your Life. And It’s All You’ve Got.

 

This week’s picture:

December 10, 2011

A Faded Flower

by evilnymphstuff

When I was about 13 years old I was fascinated about songwriting. I loved to write… and what is better for a young teenage than to express her messy feelings by a song. Well in fact I only wrote. I did not know – and I still do not – how to compose a song, with the melodies and staffs…

I was flipping through the pages of my small ‘songs’ copybook and I found a short and lovely one called ‘A Faded Flower’ which I want to share with you today.

faded flower

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