Ok, so I imagine this all taking place in a courtyard at university (it's gorgeous). It doesn't have to be a university in the story, but it has to be that courtyard.
This will be a bit of a story in a sense that, it'll be vague. I'll provide the action, but you do the rest. It may not even be that good, but it's one of the things i just have to get out.
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A courtyard. The witching hour descends. Moonlight streams through the trees - by far the loudest sound.
Eyes meet at a rustle of leaves. Fearful, curious, suspicious.
Yet they catch something. Something only they could recognise. The one thing they share.
The hollow in the heart of a dying man... Can the living ever know it? What if they have never truly lived?
Was it right? Their mutual filling of hollow ground. The replenishing of each other's souls. Staring as the hour wore on.
Their free-fall ended at the harsh screech of an owl. It circled high above. Preying.
The first touch. A soft kiss. The promise of another encounter.
And they were gone.
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Craving physical contact. Glazing eyes as the mind strays...
Jolted back into reality again and again and again.
Concern amongst the faithful and dissenters alike. What the fuck is going on? Where are they? Why are they there?
If only they knew...
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The secret meetings continue.
One afternoon, shafts of light witnesses to their embrace, shades and hues of lovers' skin create the picturesque scene.
Are we loved?
The embrace tightens.
Yes
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And so it continued, their clandestine love
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2 comments:
Ahhh. You were correct when you said it was vague.
But I like it ^o^.
And you used the word clandestine! :-)
I like how it seems all so...gothic..romantic...like..at the witching hour...and the owl...it makes it seem to me like they're vampires..feeding off each other's blood.
Anyways, enough of my imagination!
Well done!
<3Helena
your use of big words confuse me...yet i definatly picked up the romantic gothic vibe as helena said
nice writing :)
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