Her nose looks bumpy, but it curves up right at the end like a ski jump. Crossed legs, bag in her arms. Her blond hair is pulled back, but it wisps out, fluttering near her eyes. Pierced ears, but no earrings. Looking away. Profile. She’s thinking. Pale eyes, most likely blue. Gold chain around her…
Author: littlegentian
I suck at "about me" summaries. I have an MFA in Creative Writing and I love to write. I used to sling coffee for a living, but now I am an administrative assistant. I am the friend who wanders around the world with little to no filters and blurts out every funny story idea that comes to me, but if I don't write them down immediately I forget. I can make almost anything sexual. I love reading Scorpio stereotypes.
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Containment
Can I lay myself down inside your bones for a little while? I need to rest a bit and I feel safe tucked in between the spaces in your skeleton. Because when I inhale deeply enough your ribs cage me in and I can feel each one holding me together as I fall apart.
Magnolia Blossoms
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Jane, The magnolia trees are in blossom and I think of you every time I see them. The courtyard at work has four or five magnolia trees and they make the world a study in pink, white, and magenta. I feel happy and at peace when I look at…
Suspension
It’s been over two years since she woke up with the scent of someone else embedded in her skin, and it is both comforting and terrifying. She can smell his cologne and sweat and she remembers her face pressed into warm, smooth skin, and strong fingers stroking down the back of her neck. She remembers…
Belonging
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Libby, Must you discuss such things? Was not there another conference you could have attended that weekend? Young Knitters of America perhaps? A nice wholesome club where like-minded people knit mittens for orphans, drink tea and discuss the latest episode of Downton Abbey? Where if someone happens to be…
New Jobs and Real Sex
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Jane, It has been far too long since last we wrote each other. I know that we both are very busy, but I had a spare moment so I decided to place my pen to paper. Thus far it has been a delightful week. I am settling into my…
Classified
I found this in one of my notebooks and it gave me a laugh: Second year creative writing MFA student seeking: male, orphan, massage therapist who plays hockey. Must be no older than thirty-two. Would prefer some post-high school education (Bachelor’s degree or better). Submissives need not apply. Must appreciate quirky sense of humor and…
Spaces
Space. Spaces. The meaning occurs in the spaces between the words, in the unfulfilled potential between scenes. There were spaces between Donald and the things that he said. There are spaces between you and I. Is there meaning in those spaces? If I can eliminate any space between us does that mean we stop having…
No “I love yous”
His lips parted and immediately I covered them with my fingers. His words settled back onto his tongue and I relaxed. Softly, I stroked the pads of my fingers over his slightly chapped lips. “Don’t say it. No ‘I love yous.’ Don’t ruin the moment,” I murmured. His serious blue eyes watched me and he…
Sleepy
Ankles crossed, eyes closed, neck loose, hands clasped easily in his lap. His dark brown/grey hair matches his jacket. His eyes open and he licks his lips, checking what station he’s at. Eyes close again, body jolting gently along with the train.
Playlist 3 – Dark Prose Poem
Playlist: Dark Constraint: Rearrange the words to make a prose poem using only two lines at a time. Need my Want Bugging pain, grating love. It’s me without me. You wandered. I have and would die. Far/wide, I kill for pain. Need my want. Don’t, I tried and…don’t. You and I, I to me –…
Two Rows Back
She sat two rows back and stared intently at the back of his neck. His collar rode up in the back and all she wanted to do was adjust it and press her mouth to the strip of bare flesh between his collar and the edge of his hairline. She wanted to feel the heat…
Little Gentian 