Entries By Rae ovMoonlight
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He was exposed, standing in front of her. This wasn’t something she had experienced in high-school.
Flustered, she held her Nikon up her her nose, and pressed the button down hard. Again, again. Her hands were shaking.
The model turned to dress, and all she could do was stare. She could barely hear her lens cap fall to the floor.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 07.18.2010 @ 6:12 pm
Lost in shades of green and black, Leafy canopies and blades of grass
I crunch through dry autumn leaves. I push back wet stalks and thorny tree branches. The light of the beach is so near.
The darkness fades as warmth comes again, I can be found on soft hills of sand.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.24.2010 @ 12:44 am
He waited quietly. The television was distracting.
“Oh Mr.Sheffield, you wanna play that game? Hyahyahyaahahaa!”
He broke the door open. Her presence was distracting.
“What the?! Who do you think you are, waltzing in here without—”
She was on the floor. Now nothing was distracting.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.20.2010 @ 12:22 pm
It was nothing like playing leap frog on the blacktop outside of our grade-school. No, the blacktop was now his car’s black leather lining interior, and the school was some broken, unrecognizable home. The leap frog became vitalizing. Such a game had never taken our breath and hearts away.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.17.2010 @ 11:55 am
The strip was on the tip of his tongue. He saw her smile. “It tastes like cherry,” he remarked. “Cherry? But it shouldn’t taste like anything.” She smelt of the ocean. It entranced him. Her smile was lost in the blonde swirls of her hair and the pink flush of her lips. The words were on the tip of his tongue.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.08.2010 @ 12:35 am
Cold blades creep under my arms and legs and the side of my neck. Lightly it scraps my back at the cloth of my shirt. Irritating, dew on the grass beneath me tickles and itches. It distracts me from what I want to focus on, why I initially thought to lay face-up on my front lawn: glittering and enchanting diamonds in the sky.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 06.03.2010 @ 11:47 pm
It was way back when, October 2008, in front of the 7-11 we used to go to with all your friends. You gave me your leather jacket for the night. Tears were flowing from my eyes, it was so cold. Yet you braved it in a t-shirt. You don’t have that coat anymore, but you should know I still fucking love the smell of leather, just because of you.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.30.2010 @ 3:37 pm
In the night, your breath fogs the glass as you stare out the window. You realize that you can only see your reflection with the lantern still on; you put it out and look again. Clear now is the image of falling snow, layers piling up over grass, over everything. White, quiet, what you wanted. Will you light the lantern again?Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.23.2010 @ 1:48 am
A kite? You wish you were a kite? But why? Oh I get it, I understand. Because they fly.
But why not wish you were something more free? If you were a kite you’d hit lightening and trees.
Wish that you were Superman instead. Or a bird, or a fly, something with a head.Posted By Rae ovMoonlight On 05.20.2010 @ 8:19 pm