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She fastens the buttons of her dress all the way up to the collar. Looking in the mirror, she wonders if this shade of blue suits her as well as they said it did. Her small breasts look even more unimpressive than usual cloth, which really only looks like a man’s shirt taken in under the breasts. Angry, she rips the collar and the buttons go flying.

She grabs her bag and leaves with torn front and bared collarbone.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 01.26.2012 @ 6:55 pm

Lucas’ mother bustled about the kitchen, a blur of green plaid apron and fiery curls. She listed off chores and a number of other things as she washed the dishes but Lucas only stared at her with unyielding contempt. This woman was pretending to be his mother and it tore him apart to watch her use his mother’s face and voice as if they were her own.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 01.05.2012 @ 5:23 pm

The cigarette smokes wound up into the air, curling softly in light gray plumes until disappearing into nothing. A series of fiery orange and pink strokes spread across the sky behind the the dark silhouettes of buildings.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 11.30.2011 @ 10:44 am

I squint but the colors don’t return. In the few rays of light provided, everything appears to have a sepia glow. The smell of cigarettes and burning leaves somehow brings an old movie feel to the room.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 11.29.2011 @ 11:01 am

She looked to the sky. “Problem?” His voice was a welcome distraction from her thoughts but she couldn’t tear herself from the clouds. “No.” “Okay.” Without a word, he lied down next to her to watch the clouds. When she chanced a glance to the side, she felt the knowledge in her breast and the warmth that came with it was enough to battle the winter chill

Posted By Briana Bloom On 11.01.2011 @ 10:46 pm

Peter knew it the moment they ran away from the Kingsmen together. The flutter in his chest confirmed it. Giving in to the feeling would ensure his death but he couldn’t lie to her any longer. He cupped her cheek in his calloused hand. Claire rested her hand over his. “Peter? Why do you look so sad?” Before he could even speak, his knees buckled. Peter Pandemonium dropped to the ground, dead before the grass met his face or the tears dropped from his eyes.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 10.29.2011 @ 10:47 pm

“It’s just a token of their admiration, Peter. They look up to you.” Diantha stroked the petals one-by-one, bringing color back to the wilted edges and lifting them with a new life. The redhead scowled. “Shut up, Di.” “It’s okay. I understand.” Peter huffed and continued on their walk without a word.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 10.22.2011 @ 9:39 pm

Books piled high, like twirling staircases almost scraping the cracked ceiling. There was almost nothing else in the house other than books. Not one book case could be found. A chair might exist in the sea of pages, he wouldn’t know. Only the kitchen was less buried than the rest, if only for fire hazards and such.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 10.10.2011 @ 9:42 pm

Natalie lacked all of this. Her entire facade was created to hide this and most of her life spent covering it up like a cranberry juice stain on white carpet.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 10.04.2011 @ 12:15 pm

He signed dreamily as heb leaned against the fence. When he looked up, Cass saw Benjamin smoking in the usual place on the roof. It was a foreign feeling when he realized how he wanted to prance up there and greet him with some manner of hug. Nonetheless, Cass was liking these feeling that Benjamin made him have. He knew, from close observation, that Benjamin probably felt the same way.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 10.01.2011 @ 11:12 am

Adam grins at me. The swings are standing in front of us, practically begging for us to swing on them. I shove my hands in my pockets. “I don’t want to…” “Oh shut up, that’s such a lie!” He drags me over, sitting me down. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll still look cool! I’ll even push you!” The person who knows me best, my other half and closest friend.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.29.2011 @ 4:05 pm

Benjamin throws his arm around Sean. They laugh and Sean turns his head to look at the blond beside him. Their faces are so close that he can see the faint freckles on Benjamin’s light face. He had no idea about them before. Cass watches and shakes his head, sorry for Sean.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.28.2011 @ 2:06 pm

Peter grins at Claire. She smiles back. There’s an unsaid secret, something they’ve hidden from their fairy friend. It isn’t out of malice that they share this secret.The rest of their Cell are splashing around in the lake. Luck basks in the sun, hoping to get a golden brown tan.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.28.2011 @ 2:05 pm

“Do you even remember where we first met?” Natalie asked. She tried to look focused on her chemicals. “Sean’s house? I was his friend first.” Cassidy sighed. Natalie got so annoying with her inquisitions. She glared at him briefly. “No. We met at the playground. I was with Sean.” The redhead shrugged noncommittally.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.27.2011 @ 11:21 am

She dropped her pants, eyes screwed shut. Even without her vision, she could tell that Aiden was staring intently at the protrusion in her pants. Yes, Alice was a boy. A born boy in girl’s clothes with a girl’s name on his birth certificate.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.27.2011 @ 10:42 am

The jacket tumbled out of her bag. Before she could stop the avalanche of things, the small black book fell out. It was slim and filled almost to the brim with inked entries. Natalie looked sheepish, trying to gather it up nonchalantly but her brother was done with her lies. He snatched up the book to read most of the night, the only evidence of her evil ways.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.26.2011 @ 12:43 pm

There was no space between us. Oliver was pressed up against me and the closet door had shut behind him. His chest smushed my face. God, why is it so hot in here anyway? Oh yeah, I’m sick. I’ve got a fever, he’s probably going to get a fever, I’m bundled up in all these clothes, and my house is like, ninety degrees or higher right now. Am I sweating? Yes. I am. Sweet. I love perspiration. Not.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.25.2011 @ 3:25 pm

Caught up in the details seeing string where there are none suspecting everything Why can’t it just be a compliment? I don’t want you for anything but friendship. I’m not high or drunk. I’m not trying to seem nice. I seriously just wanted to tell you all of you that you are so beautiful. Chill the fuck out, bro.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.24.2011 @ 2:17 pm

Cassidy stared at the window, vaguely in the direction of the leaves. He noticed that it was becoming springtime, emerging from the snowy winter already. It made him smile. Almost a year ago, he met Benjamin. What a sweet day that was…

“…Cass, Cass?” The pretty blond stared at him from under a mess of curls, one brow arched at him.

“Oh, Ben.” Cassidy smiled.

“You okay?”

He reached out and ruffled Benjamin’s hair because he could. “Yes, I was just preoccupied. What were you saying?”

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.24.2011 @ 2:15 pm

I’ve never been so sure of it as I am today. I, Benjamin Faust, am homosexual. I like men. Meeting Cassidy has assured me of this. Mana thinks I might be bisexual and homoromantic, whatever that means. I just know that I like boys, Cassidy specifically. I can’t tell him just yet though. Timing is key here for snagging such a choice ass.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.23.2011 @ 12:20 pm

The ocean rose up to meet Adelaide. She skittered away, even though she was standing on a raised wooden dock. Her back fell against Oliver’s chest. “Scaredy-cat.” He said. It was a mocking tone but he placed his hand on her head gently and steered her away from the port. “I guess we won’t watch the boats come in anymore.”

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.22.2011 @ 3:23 pm

Robert slumped over sideways, resting his head on Margaret’s thigh. It was two hours later when she laughed and dumped her ice tea on his face to wake him him. He ended up late for his job interview that day and smelling of her favorite tea with the longes title he’d never remember.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.21.2011 @ 4:44 pm

Peter crouches in the tree, pulling his bird mask down to cover his face. Even after all these years, he still has it from that day in the festival. It got him started on his journey and from that odyssey, he learned who he really was. Peter Pandemonium. He pulls his string back and cocks the arrow in place. There’s only a low whizzing sound when he releases, sending it into the heart of a royal guard.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.20.2011 @ 11:57 am

He threw up his arms and sat down in a huff. “Close your eyes, silly!” said the giggly girl hovering over him with the body paint. “I’m gonna do your face!” “Why, Jade? I’m gonna be wearing a bird mask anyway.” “Because we have to celebrate your being the phoenix in this year’s parade! You ain’t a performer without body paint!”

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.20.2011 @ 11:05 am

Peter picked up his mandolin and began to play, singing in some peculiar language which flowed off his tongue in what must have been funny verses. Claire clapped, loving the sound of it all. It was a good time to play around the fire.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.19.2011 @ 11:38 am

Kandace threw up his arms, confetti flying all around. “You’re picking that up!” Ylva spluttered red pieces of paper from her mouth as she said that, her accent thick. “Shut up, Ylva! I turned a guy gay! This means I win the bet!” he sung. Ylva scowled but let him have his day.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.19.2011 @ 11:37 am

“Kandace.” she stared at him, her face twisted into a funny expression. He assumed it was worry. “Yes?” “I’m sorry. I know you’d rather be in your usual clothes.” She held his hand tightly. “No, it’s alright. I like to dress my gender sometimes.” There was only silence. He squeezed tighter. “Really, it’s alright.”

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.18.2011 @ 10:43 pm

He furrowed his brow, pursing his lips. She nibbled at the corner of her bright red-painted lips, tearing at the skin. They contemplated their younger friend with the wood in his side. What would they do with a runaway? Where would they hide him? They knew they couldn’t just leave him be.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.18.2011 @ 10:41 pm

Paintball. Robert fucking loved paintball. It was how he became best friends with Willow and Dean. They formed an unstoppable trio. Robert dived. “Dean! 4 o’ clock!” Dean didn’t turn quickly enough. Paul got to the assailant in time. Looks like they would soon be a quartet.

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.18.2011 @ 2:24 am

Kyle leaned against her shoulder behind the pile of crates as he reloaded. “Sarah, why did you have to knock over his milkshake?” he asked. Sarah scowled at him. “He touched my ass! What was I supposed to do!” He groaned and began to return fire. Of course she would offend an outlaw!

Posted By Briana Bloom On 09.17.2011 @ 1:51 pm