No one sees me counting the stars...

One upon a time... Publisher: "Seriously? Once upon a time?! What are you writing? A freaking fairytale?!" Me: "Why not?" Publisher: "Fairytales don't sell." Me: "Since when?" Publisher: "The 17th century." (¬_¬) Me: -______________________-" Publisher: "Give me some action. Grab me by my balls." Me: "I prefer not..." Publisher: "Stop taking things litteraly! Now go and write me a bestseller." MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE 1856. It's the annual masquerade at the Abalone Mansion. People wear their finest party outfits. They've put on their most decorated masks. Everywhere you look, there is laughter and fun. The ballroom is filled with music. People are dancing. This is the best night ever. Some guests are standing near the punch. "He sure has some excellent booze," Puss in Boots hiccups. "Let's drink to that!" one of Mary's little lambs laughs. A ...

He grabs her wrists and pushes her against the wall. Her heart beats faster. He kisses her. Rough, but tender. Passionate. His body against hers. Her body against his. She feels his every muscle moving. He feels her breasts going up and down. His hand slips under her skirt. She... Nah. This ain't going to work. If you want to read porn, I advice you "50 Shades of Grey"....or "Make out Paradise", that's also a nice one, if you may believe Kakashi-sensei....He's that white haired cool looking ninja instructor from Naruto.The manga/anime? It's something Japanese. Anyway, this isn't going to be one of those books. This is "Eyes so blue 2.0". Yeah, the first version kinda sucked... Publisher: -after reading my first manuscript- "You're a pussy." Me: "No, I'm a rabbit." ^w^ Publisher: (¬_¬) Me: -realises what the publisher means- "Oh."  -____________________-" Publisher: -facepalm- ...

The puppet Alone in the darkness, I long for you. Open the suit case, pick me up, dance with me. Let me see your smile. Strike through my hair, kiss my forehead, whisper in my ear. The nights get longer, the suit case colder. Days pass by without your light. Days turn into weeks. Weeks into months... The strings around my wrists get tighter. It now hurts when you yank them. You don't free me from this darkness. You put me in it! And you keep putting me in it whenever it suits you. Sadly it took me this long to realise... I need to break free. Cut the strings. (image found at:  http://rainbowrandomness.deviantart.com/art/She-Was-But-A-Puppet-308899455 )

Valentine From all the people I've met, you're the one stuck in my head. No matter what I do, I'll always love you. And it's killing me we're apart, because you're forever in my heart. Please, hug me real tight. Stay forever by my side. I can't come up with anything else to rhyme, so I'll end this poem, asking: "Will you be mine?" (image found at:  tenchithoughts.blogspot.com )

Hey, I need to tell you something. Can we meet? This is my last chance. It's now or never. My whole body is revolting. Tick Tock. I still have three hours left... I need to calm down. Maybe a shower can help? Music on, clothes off. The water doesn't flush away the fear, though. I'm still trembling... All of a sudden our song echoes through the room. I'm not afraid anymore. I get dressed an hop on the bus. Destination: you. You're not there yet, so I wait. I wait for hours. You're still not here. I check my phone. No messages. I text you. No answer. Not even a call... Earphones in, hoodie on, reality off. I go home. All I wanted to tell you is "I love you", but I already know your answer. (Image found at:  www.iwakuroleplay.com )

Elisabeth STOP IT! Just stop it. Every time I'm this close to being over you, you wave at me. You smile at me with your deadly lips. With that cute little sparkle in your eyes. And I'm lost. I fall in love with you all over again. Why can't I get you out of my mind? Just get out of my head! Please, I beg you. You're killing me with every word never spoken, every moment you're not in my arms. I want you so badly. Stop playing with my heart. Either you want me, either I mean nothing to you. What is it you're feeling? Tell me. I want to know. Do you love me? (image made by yours truly)

The china vase was shattered into a thousand pieces. "Think fast, think fast..." The boy looked around the room. He couldn't blame the falling of the vase on a single thing. "Maybe a sudden gust of wind?" Storm opened the window. "No wind..." About to surrender, the boy saw a ginger cat walking down the street. He picked it up, dropped it next to the vase and jumped back onto the sofa. "Right on time," the boy sighed reliefed. A few seconds later, Roxanne opened the door. "What happened?" "I opened the window to get some air. He must have entered the room when I didn't watch. Before I knew, he knocked over the vase." Storm pointed at the cat. "Oh no! Are you alright, D'Artagnan?" The girl petted the scapegoat. "I'm so sorry," the boy signed. "Don't worry about it. You couldn't have predicted this. Hold our little cat burglar while I'm fetching the dustpan." ...