It makes my heart ache

Here’s mine:

I don’t stop him. I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair of me. Instead, I hold perfectly still as he snorts a second line from my skin.

He needs this. He’s not just numbing the pain. He’s numbing life.

Because no matter how hard he tries, he’s never been good at dying.

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Work in progress

Here’s mine:

A wry grin tugs at his lips.

And fuck me, but that tiny movement makes my breath catch. I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry or deck him a good one. Because I forgot how human he looks up close.

I forgot the Devil has dimples.

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(Another) Reader’s Choice

Here’s mine:

She was a goddamn sorceress, converting acres upon acres of emotional wasteland into sheer paradise. Transforming fifty-foot walls into wide open doors by way of pure magic. Providing me shelter from the storm of my own creation. My own stubbornness. My own self-sabotage.

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Reader’s choice

Here’s mine:

I am such an asshole. And Jesus Christ, I had my head shoved so far up my ass that I was actually beginning to taste my own bullshit.

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Here’s mine:

I didn’t know if we would make it. I wasn’t even sure if we could make it. But I did know one thing.

This girl.

Even though it might never be enough to keep us together…

I love this girl.

It was the only thing I needed to know.

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Feel the feels

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“What’s gotten into you?”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I muttered, “Marvin.”


“It’s classified.”

“What?” she laughed.

I didn’t. It wasn’t funny.

Getting everything I wanted made me uneasy. Hell, it made me nervous. She was my once-in-a-lifetime. My too-good-to-be-true. And making her officially mine induced an irrational, crippling sense of paranoia. Marrying her was like entering Area 51 blindfolded and completely buck-naked. With my wrists bound and a bright red target painted on my back. So, yeah, I was scared shitless of being tied down and probed by Marvin the fucking Martian.

Who wouldn’t be?

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