Bodies: A Narrative Fiction

The streetlights reflected red on our silhouette-looking faces and flooded the 11:37PM sky. His much-too-nice truck hummed over the cracked foundation of the road, luckily distracting his oceanic eyes from the prominent goosebumps on my forearms. Ashes flew and faded onto my black, cotton hoodie from the cancer hanging from his chapped lips. Chapped lips that curled into a grin when I sat inches away from his blonde hair brushing against my cheek. I convinced myself that he was finding other focus points like the illuminated radio screen or the coffee cups shaking in their holders or the seatbelt light blinking on his dashboard, yet my eyes remained fixed on those chapped lips. Although, it was dark. We only ever made eye contact

The flame had been extinguished, the feel of it snuffed out between his fingers nowhere near comparable to the heat scorching through his veins. His Grace had never been like this, had never scoured every nerve inside his vessel as it grew, it had always been warm, been comforting even in the most desperate of times and yet now. Why? Gabriel let his fingers brush over the heated wax, letting it conform to his fingertips before he pulled them back and watched it quickly dry. Pale nubs sat top his index and middle finger, twisting them slowly back and forth as he studied it before her voice caught him off guard. The wax was easily discarded, pulled off and set back at the base of the candle as he turned, almost uneasy at the fact that he hadn’t realized she woken up sooner.

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

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

Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention.

'What are you doing! What is wrong with you!?' my conscience repeatedly screamed at me in my mind, 'Pull away! Your insane!' The vicious voice faded out as I focused on what I was happening around me. Jacobs body was tensed, as my hands rest around his face. I hold the kiss, as I began to move my lips against his. Jacobs body relaxes, as I feel his hands snake around my waist and hips. He began to move his lips against mine in a slow motion, my mind was completely blank, feeling his grip tighten around me. Standing on my tippy-toes, I place my arms fully around his neck pulling him closer to me. Jacob slips his tongue into my mouth, leaning into me. As our tongues dance blissfully, I feel a slight pressure erupt from my inner thighs. A soft

I cradled his head in my hands as he kissed and kissed, burning me. I can't believe that Joyce is content with only weekly visits, if it were me, I don't think

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.

The feel of his strong manly body against my flesh stirred an ember into a flame. I kissed his arms, his chest, and his lips, moved lower and suckled his manhood in an act of submission, clinging to him as if a lifeline and he responded- slowly at first and then with a need matching my own. Our bodies consummated our desire for one another in perfect unison, our sexual organs pushing and pulling until that final glorifying act of orgasm that completes the cycle. I thought my body would consume him with its need but gratification came easily.

The imagine is far too familiar from the night they first met and before she can stop it there’s a kaleidoscope of memories beginning to run through her mind. Some are bright, vivid and electrifying, sending shivers down her spine and goosebumps across her arms. The way they learnt each other’s bodies inside and out, with many nights spent gripping sheets, hair and skin while their toes curled and moans escaped their lips. While others are soft, warm, timid, and they sent her heart racing; his jumpers on her skin, the feel of his hand in hers, or the way his body wrapped around her own.

Before I could make a run for the window or door, the male grabbed my hip roughly and pressed my front to the wall. Hard. By that kind of impact, I knew that I must be bleeding. I then stiffened all over when I felt him inhale and let go of his breath. The next moment, his whole body leaned into mine, setting off pleasure and terror through every ounce of my figure. I could feel all of him. His muscles, his legs against mine, his chest, everything that I could feel, I felt. It left me breathless and made me forget about everything.

I could taste the Fireball on his lips as soon as he pressed them against mine. The warming feeling I felt inside of me whilst kissing him seemed as though I had taken another drink. Kissing him made me forget everything. Whatever I was thinking in that moment just disappeared. All that I could think about was how amazing it felt to have his lips against mine. Nothing else really seemed to matter honestly. Our lips moved slowly together as his arm wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck. Smiling and blushing into his neck after we had both pulled away, I fell in love with

Alainah felt empowered, careless, and regretted nothing. Garren felt the same. The next day around 10:00 am, Garren and Alainah snuck out again to have breakfast together. When they arrived at the coffee shop they ordered two egg and cheese sandwiches on wheat with coffee. They sat down and talked and laughed for a whole hour. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye Alainah saw her dad walk in. She was so terrified and tried to hide. Her dad looked and looked around but did not see them. He turned left into an additional area of the coffee shop, and greeted a strange older woman with dark brown straight hair and pale skin. Alainah couldn’t believe her eyes. Her dad kissed the pale woman and sat in the chair across from her. They looked very fond of each other. Alainah’s heart began to drop into her stomach. She truly felt like Juliet. She could not fathom what her eyes absorbed and her heart denied. The coffee shop turned all sorts of colors. It spun like a colorful merry-go-round. Garren noticed her confusion and hurt and immediately walked her home. They left the coffee shop without a

Sergeant Barnes took a long gulp from his bottle that was still glistening with condensation before letting out a long burp of satisfaction. “Found them in a cooler just off the mess hall, want one?” Brayzack looked at the sergeant queerly. The sergeant sat idiotically grinning at him with a stainless-steel bucket of iced up bottles before him. “No thanks, it’s a little too early for me. You know that that’s a sign of alcoholism though, right?” Sergeant Barnes took a quick pull off his cigarette and powered the smoke out his lungs. “I think you mean drinking alone is a sign of alcoholism, sir. Which I’m not, Jarvy here is having one too.”