Essay about BELONGING CREATIVE

Purple bruises were scattered across her frail wrist like grotesque, swollen beetles. Her knee jutted out awkwardly to her side. Her bleeding, cracked lips were shrunken to a tiny buttonhole. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth like a piece of rubber. Her eyelids fluttered feebly as she lay there - defeated, defenseless, and desolate. Her chest heaved up and down, as her lungs fought for breath – she was barely alive. A caked, muddy trail of shoeprints followed him out the door. He had gotten away again. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. My throat swelled up as my steely resolve began to dissolve. Grief shook my shoulders like an inner earthquake, the world around me crashing down. A nauseating mixture of relief and horror clenched tightly onto my loins – like when you finally stop an itch, only to realize that you’ve ripped a hole in your

She looked towards me, her face growing ever paler, she trembled, as tears began to run down her, once rosy red cheeks. her gaping mouth began to move, trying to form words. however she found it difficult as her breath was leaving her

Oh God! She was ready to cum from just his words! How could she possibly be so close to that edge without any other stimulation other than his touch and words? She was hungry for more of everything for him and she was having difficulty digesting that fact. She didn’t even know him but somehow he knew her, the part of her that even she didn’t know yet. He knew what her body needed and wanted, he knew how to awaken her senses. He knew how to play her body like an instrument, how to strum her to make her body sing for him, and she didn’t even know what he looked like. She only knew how he made her feel:

Aria didn’t know how long she could last down there without clean oxygen. She thought she heard cries of help somewhere near her, maybe it was just a hallucination She tried to keep calm while stuck there. She dozed off for just a second, but then she heard it again.

Mackenzie was attracted to him. She didn’t know how to deal with her feelings so she just stared.

It was silent, so very silent. She could almost hear the swish of her dress against her calves as she walked the paved paths that led off to different places and different people all around her. It had been months since their first meeting; winter had turned to spring, spring to summer, summer to fall, and now it had circled around back to the harsh cold and the onslaught of rain that came around every January once more. Her blonde hair, curled and plastered to the side of her head as was the style in these days was protected from the rain dripping from the sky with a simple black umbrella. Her skin was ghostly pale, and her face cleared of the makeup that was naturally on it, as no classy woman ever left the house until she was all done up these days.

An immense pressure bore on her confused mind, feeling like a lost soul in the depths of hell. Her vision swam into focus as her eye adjusted to the dim light, coming from some crack in the wall, but only for a minute, before it dwindled like a dying star, brining darkness once more. The world around her was like a distorted night sky, gyrating across rippling oceans waves, lit by the moon.

She never cried for so long. Her heart felt like a crumbled piece of paper, like it could never be fixed again. She would cry and cry like a never ending story. The pain of this situation would hurt her more than anything she thought. She thought that it was the worst thing that could happen to her. What she didn’t know was that it was only the beginning.

that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and

She makes a face, hopefully allowing him to see how scared she was, and followed her mother, leaving the creepy man behind. She didn't see him turn around to look at her again as they went in different directions.

He seemed to be deeply engrossed in his newspaper; the eyes of the people in this flat black and white world followed me and held my gaze as I edged across the wooden panels of the carriage. As the man looked up, we exchanged greetings; and I saw his smile had sadness to it, like the grin of a child determined not to weep. I noticed that his jaundice yellow complexion accentuated the cavernous frown lines across his forehead; he appeared to be a man who was harbouring many problems. I brushed past him, inhaling the strong aroma of coffee and harsh cologne, adamant not to let him perturb me I flopped into a navy, lushly upholstered seat which was positioned near the window and stared out into the blackness of the night. Suddenly the train’s doors noisily slammed shut and a moment of piercing silence was followed by the mechanical murmur of the engine, its powerfulness imprisoned me in a state of vulnerability and the shackles of fear didn’t seem to be breaking any time

It was simply an average evening, Chloé and her father Kole preparing to go out for sushi and ice-cream like they do every Monday. On their bonding night they went over her busy activity schedule that consisted of dance, soccer, basketball and martial arts. Sitting at Kobe Sushi there usual location, Kole look over at his beautiful daughter with long wavy dark hair, her big almond hazel eyes and the lovely way that the lighting of the restaurant brought out the freckles on her nose and her natural sun kissed skin. She was growing up so fast, his soon to be twelve years old daughter reminded him of his passed wife. You could sometimes see the pain in his face while he stairs at his daughter, as she is a constant reminder of her death and the fact that she gave up her life for their child. Raising her every day without his wife killed him a little on the inside. Cholé looked up from stuffing her face to envision her hero and best friend smiling back with his warm, handsome smile speculating how any woman could resist him after all these years alone. She never remembered anytime when her father was with anyone.

The girl sidestepped around the nurse’s arms, besides he was still busy with the boy. She walked slowly towards the bed, each step taken with deliberate precision. The girl reached the bed and she stared down at the body. A single tear swelled in her left eye. It slowly carved a path between her cheek and the rest of her face, yet no sound came from her. Silently, she bent down and kissed the brow of the body. She walked over to the window, the sky was full of eerie stars, like ghosts from the past, the moon was almost full tonight. The sky was devoid of clouds. It was a perfect

His deep voice, thick with emotion as if he had recently been crying, broke through her reverie. Startled, she looked up into the same eyes that she had just been brooding on. A thrill of panic, tinged with desire, shot through her and then was gone.

The deep blue of his eyes calmed the rapid beating of her heart. He knew nothing of her but her name and her song and yet he spoke with a feeling of lighthearted happiness. She would not tell him. She would not ruin this feeling. She held strong to the tendrils of warmth that reached toward her.