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Everyone Else - Part 12 by citizencandy, literature
Literature
Everyone Else - Part 12
Genre: drama, psychological, mature, contemporary, romance, m/m
Contains self harm
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His stomach hurts, and it’s not the kind that can be fixed with Advil and a good night’s sleep. Charlie runs a nail along the tight stitches stapling his skin together as if to test its durability. He winces and pulls back from the tender flesh. Reliable enough, he thinks. Funny how every time he lands in a hospital it’s always at a turning point in his life. He takes a step back for a moment. In hindsight, it had been pointless -- no, naïve -- of him to seek out any one of his parents in a half-assed effort for validation. Every
EnGarde
Chapter 11
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Alec drove grimly, his hands fists on the steering wheel and his heart hammering in his chest. He reached forward and turned on the radio, adjusting the dial until he found the station broadcasting the tournament.
“My, my! That was a spectacular bout!” A female radio host exclaimed. “Caleb Muran was pretty amazing tonight, beating his opponent with only one functional leg!”
“Yes quite amazing but the prodigy didn’t have a chance to celebrate before falling unconscious. The people nearby claimed he was determined to go someplace.” The second host, a man, reported
Caleb and I start heading back to our cabin. I walk a few steps behind him
because I don't want him to see how red my face was. So for the time
being I follow his footprints and stare at his back. Where a black guitar case
rests against his back. I can hear Caleb say a few words, but I'm not paying attention. I keep replaying our conservation over in my head, his smile
planted in my brain. The sound of a bell rings in the distance.
"Guess it's time for dinner." Caleb says as he keeps walking towards the
cabin. I follow him, not wanting to leave his path.
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After we stopped at our cabin, so Caleb could put away his guitar, we he
Everyone Else - Part 11 by citizencandy, literature
Literature
Everyone Else - Part 11
Genre: drama, psychological, mature, contemporary, romance, m/m
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Charlie looks at Finlay with eyes smoked red with fatigue, likely seeping excess alcohol that his body could not consume fast enough. He cannot comprehend the vision in front of him, and the task to do so is so great, he is tempted to believe him a sad, drunken apparition. They are on different planes of existence altogether. And how sad it is indeed to find the past at his doorstep while he's been struggling with it all these years. Charlie leans on his knees and throws up.
Finlay takes a step back and avoids the spatter. Nausea thrums and bubbles forth in the pit of Ch
:Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]: by Demyboilover, literature
Literature
:Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]:
Forbidden
AJ and Cain [Part 1]
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An idiot! That's all he is.
AJ grimaced to himself, pulling his hood over his head to keep the icy wind from stinging his pale skin and checked his phone.
He didn't even apologize! What the hell is wrong with him? Kissing me and then saying he didn't mean it. That makes absolutely no sense!
The blue-haired teen walked along the sidewalk, turning and ducking into the music store Gage always went to, to escape the crisp air. His eyes perused the room, it consisting of many rows and tables of soundtracks, DVD's, and even some vinyl records. The walls were heavily adorned in posters of famous r
What We Had
I think it was the lack of connection.
The lack of... touch?
I didn't mean for it to happen.
My desire for love was too much.
He was right there,
In my peripheral vision.
The party was intense.
Nothing but flashing white lights
Filling the room.
He walked up to me,
Wanting to dance and I said
Yes.
I was with someone.
It's not like it was a
Relationship.
We only ever kissed and said
Sweet things.
A whole year of just
Kissing.
And
Talking.
Maybe he didn't love me
Like I loved him.
Maybe he was straight.
Maybe he didn't think of men
Like that
Anymore.
I still loved him.
I didn't want to let him go.
But
Jack mordió su labio tímidamente, frente a él. Caminaba el motivo de su nerviosismo, su mejor amigo, su compañero de penas y de risa y...y la razón de que su corazón latiera a diario de forma tan acelerada ante el contacto corporal que ser su mejor amigo le brindaba.
Glen, ese era el nombre de quien con solo sonreír llenaba su vida de una inusual y cálida luz. Si solo pudiera usar una palabra para definirle, escogería, valga la redundancia, precisamente esa, cálido; len era el tipo de persona a la que todos adoraban...quizás demasiado. Era un joven alto, atlético, de brillantes hebras de cabello dorado y de de flamantes ojos azules, alguien