I Seem to only be able to write short stories and I thought I'd group together in a collection. Keep in mind they are Ministories and some don't even have diologue, others are only a paragraph long...but here are the First two.
NOTE: Most of them will be romances.
I'm holding my heart in two separate pieces as I look at him. The anger is obvious in his eyes and I know that when all I wanted was to hold him, I really only succeeded in pushing him further. I can't even feel the tears slip silently down my eyeliner stained cheeks, but I know they're there, why wouldn't they be? His chest is rising and falling unevenly and his breath is ragged. He opens his mouth, "You know how I felt about her! And you bothered saying that to me?" He snaps, his voice is so thick with hatred that I'm choking. The pieces of my heart I was holding, explode into meaningless shards of emotional distress. I let out a surprised gasp and stumble back. "You hurt me deep, Princess and I bet you have no idea why I'm still standing here do you?" He asks me, advancing slowly. I close my eyes and shake my head, sending thick locks of inky black hair into my face, as if hiding myself from his hate. "Because...I can't leave you." He says finally, his voice is soft and I'm forced to open my eyes. Before another word can escape my lips, his collide with them. The kiss lasts an ecstatic eternity and I know at that moment that I have fallen in love.
I watched from the sidelines as he fawned over her. And why wouldn't he, she was older, prettier and everything I wasn't..including stupid. She could barely spell or speak without an aide to correct her and she giggled 90% of the time...and he was hooked.
She wore less clothing than a dancer at a skin bar and was more suggestive than a pornographic tape. He gawked, she giggled and flaunted, and I remained tied to the sidelines, wishing I was her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her lips to his, and then she left. I knew she was cheating on him and I was desperate to prove myself right, so naturally I followed the tramp. Finding myself at a sleazy motel I slipped a toy into my pocket and knocked on the door.
When no one answered I walked in. Only to see her deep in a liplock with a man that definately wasn't the love of my life. My heart was racing and I didn't even hear myself screaming at her. It wasn't long after that the toy was out of my pocket and kicking in my palm. I had only been out of my shock for a few seconds, and processing the blood on my arms when I saw the video camera. Turns out I was right, she was as suggestive as a pornographic tape, in fact she made them for money. It also turns out that the tramp wasn't so much of a tramp as a hooker of sorts. That's when the voice behind me screamed.
He was asking me what I had done and what I was thinking. The screaming hurt my head and the kicking my palm started up again. Opening my eyes I saw him lying half alive on the stained motel carpet. My head spun, leaning down I kissed his lips, and-teary eyed- told him "I love you." before pressing the toy to my own forehead and feeling the kick in my palm for the last time.
NOTE: Most of them will be romances.
/.You.Make.Love.A.Big.Deal.\
I'm holding my heart in two separate pieces as I look at him. The anger is obvious in his eyes and I know that when all I wanted was to hold him, I really only succeeded in pushing him further. I can't even feel the tears slip silently down my eyeliner stained cheeks, but I know they're there, why wouldn't they be? His chest is rising and falling unevenly and his breath is ragged. He opens his mouth, "You know how I felt about her! And you bothered saying that to me?" He snaps, his voice is so thick with hatred that I'm choking. The pieces of my heart I was holding, explode into meaningless shards of emotional distress. I let out a surprised gasp and stumble back. "You hurt me deep, Princess and I bet you have no idea why I'm still standing here do you?" He asks me, advancing slowly. I close my eyes and shake my head, sending thick locks of inky black hair into my face, as if hiding myself from his hate. "Because...I can't leave you." He says finally, his voice is soft and I'm forced to open my eyes. Before another word can escape my lips, his collide with them. The kiss lasts an ecstatic eternity and I know at that moment that I have fallen in love.
*Another Movie Script Ending To a Harlequin Romance*
I watched from the sidelines as he fawned over her. And why wouldn't he, she was older, prettier and everything I wasn't..including stupid. She could barely spell or speak without an aide to correct her and she giggled 90% of the time...and he was hooked.
She wore less clothing than a dancer at a skin bar and was more suggestive than a pornographic tape. He gawked, she giggled and flaunted, and I remained tied to the sidelines, wishing I was her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her lips to his, and then she left. I knew she was cheating on him and I was desperate to prove myself right, so naturally I followed the tramp. Finding myself at a sleazy motel I slipped a toy into my pocket and knocked on the door.
When no one answered I walked in. Only to see her deep in a liplock with a man that definately wasn't the love of my life. My heart was racing and I didn't even hear myself screaming at her. It wasn't long after that the toy was out of my pocket and kicking in my palm. I had only been out of my shock for a few seconds, and processing the blood on my arms when I saw the video camera. Turns out I was right, she was as suggestive as a pornographic tape, in fact she made them for money. It also turns out that the tramp wasn't so much of a tramp as a hooker of sorts. That's when the voice behind me screamed.
He was asking me what I had done and what I was thinking. The screaming hurt my head and the kicking my palm started up again. Opening my eyes I saw him lying half alive on the stained motel carpet. My head spun, leaning down I kissed his lips, and-teary eyed- told him "I love you." before pressing the toy to my own forehead and feeling the kick in my palm for the last time.
