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the smell of fresh blood, tasty, hot, young. i’ll eat it, i’ll drink it – mine.

It’s maddening, the urge. Kill, feed, discard. I remember I used to be one of them. I used to be human.

Posted By Lucie On 10.11.2012 @ 5:24 am

I only have half a heart, half a soul, half a mind. The other half is owned by the other one; he whispers in the dark, tells me tales of blood and pain and breaking bones, innocent flesh bound in shackles to be destroyed and devoured.

Posted By Lucie On 08.22.2012 @ 6:46 am

The Third zone is the most dangerous. It’s not like here, in First, where people can shoot you on the street, where you can die of some infection that didn’t even exist two days ago. In Third, everything is clean. Everything is in order. It’s the intrigue that kills. Death hides behind the faces of your friends. You never know who will want something you own enough to kill for it.

Posted By Lucie On 08.16.2012 @ 2:34 am

Pencils and pens creative tools for making masterpieces of art and pieces of writing. It is a word that defines many different dimensions. So many words, so many places, so many thoughts. Holder, an object of many faces.

Posted By Lucie On 07.24.2012 @ 3:45 pm

following instructions has never been your strong point; you used to lie with your eyes wide open when you were supposed to nap after lunch in kindergarden, at school you never managed to sit still till the end of the period, and now there’s a guy pointing a gun at your head and expecting you to do exactly as your told… who will you listen to, him or his heart that knows it would be betrayal of everything you’ve ever believed in?

Posted By Lucie On 07.21.2012 @ 12:50 pm

Something was wrong with the configuration of the program. That much was clear. Because he was sprouting additional limbs. Hair was growing in places where there shouldn’t have been any. Just what exactly had gone wrong, he didn’t know. And there was no way of stopping it.

Posted By Lucie On 06.28.2012 @ 11:08 am

Náušnice je velmi důležitéým doplňkem každé ženy. Pomáhá nám i při odhadování osobnosti dané fraucimóny. Může být elegantní nebo naopak bláznivá. Říká se, že oko do duše okno. Stejně tak náušnice nás zavede do duše ženy a poskytuje nám na ni nový náhled. Protože v náušnici je něco jemného a symbolického. Něco, co se nedá vyjádřit slovy. Tímto malým kouskem šperku se před námi obnaží duše dotyčné v celé své kráse.

Posted By Lucie On 04.16.2012 @ 11:31 am

She was falling, falling, falling… There was no impact, though, nothing like the bone-shattering crash she had been expecting. There was a splash instead; in the brief moment before she blanked out, she wondered how that was possible – concrete did not splash, did not open up and swallow you up like water. Something was wrong with this picture – had they changed the rules again?!

Posted By Lucie On 03.29.2012 @ 11:43 am

It was a split second, a bolt of green light. He saw his life flash before his eyes. The Boy Who Lived was going to die – finally!, he thought. He has been waiting too long, ever since that decision he made at King’s Cross after talking with Dumbledore, the decision he HAD to make because it was expected of him, it was needed. Suddenly another body in front of him – shielding, protecting, sacrificing a life Harry himself had saved years ago. Then Draco was dead – and with him all the light that had been left in Harry’s life, after everyone he loved had been killed in the Third Wizarding War, everyone but Draco. Now there was merely Darkness. He lifted his wand and everything went green.

Posted By Lucie On 10.29.2011 @ 1:43 pm

I thought I’d never do it again, yet here I am, seeking comfort in another’s embrace, trusting enough to let down my guard for a blissful moment or two. There’s nothing sweeter… until they stab you in the back and then you’re dead. There’s no one one should trust on this godforsaken planet.

Posted By Lucie On 10.22.2011 @ 11:24 am

The advice was to forget. How could I, when every cell in my body remembers you, the way your skin melted into mine, the way your breathing tickled my face, the way you moved against and inside me when we did what certainly was forbidden. We had been one too long, so now that they had cut us apart with scalpels, so that we could “lead normal lives”, I feel like I’ll never stop bleeding. Incomplete.

Posted By Lucie On 10.16.2011 @ 1:53 am

An energetic jump, full of beans…also a season where shoots burst through the ground, lambs do little jumps frivolously through the air and yellow flowers like daffodils abound in masses on England’s green and pleasant land.

Posted By Lucie On 10.13.2011 @ 1:22 am

Like smashing your face in with a brick. Red blood – splash! That’s what it should feel like, getting broken inside. It doesn’t. More like erosion.

Posted By Lucie On 08.08.2011 @ 11:48 am

The band wraps around your wrist, a mere bracelet to most but so much more to you. It is a symbol, the worn leather reflecting the torment your soul had gone through, the crude knot as if to say “I won’t let go”. And when you take it off, it peels off like a cocoon coming off a butterfly – no longer needed, as if to say “I’m free”.

Posted By Lucie On 07.28.2011 @ 9:45 am

The thunder touched my butt in appropriate places. it held me close like it wanted to kiss my butthole, the slutty whore. I didn’t want that vagina.

Posted By Lucie On 07.26.2011 @ 3:33 pm

This thing is so load it could deafen you if its close to your ear. Sometimes it makes a funny beeping noise but i dont know why and alot of people seem more annoying when they are in posession of one..

Posted By Lucie On 07.19.2011 @ 1:03 pm

Lust. I don’t know if that’s what you’d call this. In fact, I’m sure it’s not. At least, not on my side. You lusted after me that night, came over after hours to “watch a movie”. But that’s not what happened. You tried to kiss me. And maybe it seems like nothing to you, because you’ve probably kissed lots of girls, and more than that even. Prettier girls with softer lips and eyes that told stories. But mine must tell stories too, they must. And I said, I like you but I don’t know you and you can’t kiss someone if you don’t know them. It all comes down to that I guess, and maybe I can’t let it go because I regret saying no. But at the same time I know that I would have regretted saying yes, that things would probably have escalated into something I wasn’t ready for. I probably wasn’t ready for that even. I want to talk to you so badly, because sometimes I think you’re the male version of me, -ish. But I’m still so scared of fucking things up that I can’t, can’t speak true words. Why is it so easy to write all of this out, for an audience that I’ll never know, but I can’t even tell you that I think I might be able to love you?

Posted By Lucie On 06.27.2011 @ 10:20 pm

refreshing, julep drink…great Gatsby hottest day of summer floating in a pool…dead…mint chocolate chip ice cream yum I

Posted By Lucie On 05.28.2011 @ 7:08 am

Refreshing drink and someone in a restaurant taking all the mints from the bowl and getting caught by the the manger.

Posted By Lucie On 05.28.2011 @ 7:05 am

Your arms wound around me and it was the first time that had ever happened. for once, I felt loved, needed, cared for. But then the things swiftly moved from maybe in like to something more? I thought you liked me, but I was naive. Why do I still think of this? Why?

Posted By Lucie On 05.25.2011 @ 2:20 am

Tiled floors and sudsy buckets filled with sudsy soap and filthy rags. I clean your floors, day after day, on my hands and knees. That’s where you like a woman, isn’t it? Down on her knees for whatever task you may deign. But my knees have been rubbed raw, bleeding torn flesh barely covers the bones. Can’t you see? Can’t you see what you’ve done to me? And you told me you’d always love me. You lied.

Posted By Lucie On 05.20.2011 @ 11:22 pm

Moles dot my skin up and down my arms, little brown planets. What if on each of my moles, there really was a little universe. Or what if my moles made up constellations, macrocosm and microcosm? The macrocosm is the universe, the microcosm is us. Wouldn’t that be interesting, to know that all the constellations of the sky were the same as the constellations of my skin, the ones that I’d let you explore? You could know all of me, you could have it all. But is that too easy?

Posted By Lucie On 05.19.2011 @ 2:21 am

Moles burrow down into the ground. Mr. Mole went into the ground, deeper and deeper and deeper. He couldn’t burrow fast enough, was going as fast as his little mole arms would allow him to. Oh dear, he thought. I’ll never make it on time. That darned rabbit will make it first and he’ll find Alice and he’ll win and Oh drat!

Posted By Lucie On 05.19.2011 @ 2:18 am

falling faster swift and white crunch crunch sucking marrow swiftly through open teeth slurping past the blood and brokenness where do we go from here? did that mean anything, anything at all….bones on bones and bones in bones grow into me I want someone to grow into me but how do we do that is it okay? no, it’s not okay, that’s what I’ve learned. angles and paleness and bleached out by summer suns on sandy beaches finding pieces of people who lived once upon a time who loved who laughed who took care of one another. bones that hold us up without them we’d just be bags of skin carcasses holding miscellaneous organs that we wouldn’t even know what to do with. we still don’t know, don’t know anything really so why do we try? because it’s what we do future’s forward past is passed all we have is the ever changing present. you told me to relax, that it would all be okay. then the next day you sent me that message, you confused my sad little heart. but it’s okay and I forgive you and I hope we can still be friends. you shouldn’t have come on to me like that, but I shouldn’t have been so naive. they told me I looked good and I didn’t believe them, but now I know that I did look good, maybe too good. what if I had drank one cup more of that scorching liquid, what if I was just a little bit more tipsy, a little bit less myself? would I have given it away? would I have gone from never-been-kissed to kissed then touched then touching then who knows what else? I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. we were lucky, we were so lucky. there are still lines, still lines that we cannot cross. i forgive you, but next time I know not to be so careless, even this time I’m proud of myself though, I really am.

Posted By Lucie On 05.12.2011 @ 12:33 am

a chorus of cherubs is it my funeral or are they welcoming me to the world reborn?

Posted By Lucie On 04.29.2011 @ 11:56 am

The trailer of the truck swerved severely as the strong wind raged during the storm. It looked like it would rip apart. As the driver struggled to control the vehicle, the other cars moved quickly out of the way to clear the path.

Posted By Lucie On 04.28.2011 @ 4:10 am

I lived in a trailer and you didn’t have a job, we bought the cheap tea and didn’t splurge on ice cream. Now that we have everything, it feels like so much less.

Posted By Lucie On 04.27.2011 @ 2:15 pm

We held the cups, warming our hands, cheap styrofoam things; they don’t do proper china in this country. The white puffs of your breath mingled with mine as we looked at each other and I wanted to inhale them; it was the only way you and I could still be together.

Posted By Lucie On 04.23.2011 @ 10:11 am

We are like foreign countries to each other, or countries separated in a revolution – you don’t speak my language and I don’t speak yours anymore, where there used to be alliance there now is tension, and I fear the looming war – broken promises, lost souls, charred dead lands.

Posted By Lucie On 04.21.2011 @ 11:50 am

I have not seen you in a long time, my dear – 435 years, 298 days, 18 hours, 39 minutes and 4 seconds to be precise. I will continue waiting; the advantage and the curse of being an A.I., or a “robot” as humans used to call my species long ago, is that time doesn’t matter.

Posted By Lucie On 04.20.2011 @ 12:22 pm