Don't Pick Up - Comments

  • Lady.V.

    Lady.V. (960)

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    You are the second author in here whose works have captivated me that much, and I've recced many of your pieces. If you could write a chaptered story with all that emotion you potray in these short writings and those characters, I'd buy it even if it was double payment than Fifty Shades of Grey. Honestly!

    You are officially one of my favorite authors on site from now on. Clap

    and will yourself not to do something ridiculous like crying.
    How can I not relate to this? Cry

    You wake up on the couch in the late afternoon with a headache like an Atom bomb. You're still in your day clothes, and fuck, you're so lost.

    You make coffee and clean the apartment, pack and fold his things into flat-pack boxes and grocery bags. God, look at how your hands are shaking.

    The ending lines, pure perfection! All the raw emotion is here. Sad

    You want to burn something, his things, him. You feel like a stranger in your home.
    You think you want to do that but then again you don't, you just wished it was different. Cry

    Then who is the answer? After all this and he doesn't want to be? *slap him*

    You don’t think you’ll ever smile again.
    I don't think I can smile either. Sad

    I can give you ten out of ten writing pens for this. There's no doubt, this is a masterpiece.

    -Maria.
    January 28th, 2016 at 10:09pm
  • delirium.

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    This was beautiful... by the end I felt overwhelmingly sad.
    March 4th, 2014 at 03:20am
  • What...

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    You sit in the car until the engine stops whirring, the sudden silence startling you a little. You try to clamber out of the car without taking your seatbelt off, getting stuck before you even have the door fully open.

    He breathes against your mouth, and you nod. Your apprehension is palpable. So is your excitement, and you let Liev touch you, you let him touch just there, just like that. The funny thing is, you aren’t even shaking.

    You wake up on the couch in the late afternoon with a headache like an Atom bomb. You're still in your day clothes, and fuck, you're so lost.

    You want to set the boxes on the curb. You want to erase his fingerprints on every surface, from your skin. You want to burn something, his things, him. You feel like a stranger in your home.

    It’s such a heavy weight that you just don't know how to carry.

    “I’m not the answer. I don’t… I don’t know if I want to be.”

    --

    Liev’s lips are warm and dry and when you look into his eyes it feels like you’re seeing for miles and miles.

    You hide a smile in his neck. You hide a smile.


    WHHHHAAAAAT Cry why he's so sad and it's so heartbreaking I just don't know how to BEEEEEEEEE

    Cry

    Why do you do this to me Cry


    You shy away when Liev slips his hands under your shirt, feeling the sinewy muscle of his chest, sharp angles of your ribs. He drops his forehead against yours, lets you adjust to cold hands and exploring fingers.


    Why Cry
    March 2nd, 2014 at 09:08pm