Creative Writing: I Believe In Love

The anger flowed through her veins and killed her mind as if it was a deadly toxin to her spirit. Her eyes which were once full of innocence and happiness were now full of fire and would kill anybody in their path. Just by looking into her burning stare would slash you into tiny, bloody pieces. No one that knew her would be able to recognise her, as the girl they once knew was gone, and it was all because of him; the vicious, cold-blooded

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

It was just for one night, thought she as she closed the window. The wind is howling and the rain is conducting a symphony of drums against the glass. She turns around and starts walking across the room, the white carpet is soft underneath her bare feet, as she walks to her chair, fixing up her mess of long, beautiful black hair into a messy bun. She has the hair of a Disney princess and the school thought she's one of the most beautiful girls in the entire class, with eyes of ice and a heart of gold. Underneath the mountain of clothes she has yet to put away she finds a towel and hands it to Roman. He takes it from her, their hands lightly touch and he flashes that million dollar, white as snow smile. His dad must be drinking again. Why else

Her mind awakened before her eyes could opened and a thirst plagued her. Soft lips were licked and slender fingers laced through locks that rivaled the darkness of a black sky, as though her mind ached. Finally, a fan of thick lashes lifted and one thing remained: the fire in those eyes. Though Bella could not recall the last few details of her turning, she knew that she had been turned. Fingers and she felt a slight weakness and a burning hunger in the pit of her being, but the girl trudged on with her new found self. Isabella sat up. The girl propped up with her hands behind her, fine digits sunk into the luxurious surface of a very ornate bed as she scanned the room. Alistair, was indeed there, but she stared at a nearby lit candle. The fire was so mesmerizing. The light dancing in her eyes as hunger plagued her, but she paid it no mind, despite how indescribably weak she was feeling. With a sift sigh her support gave out once more and she laid upon her side and watched the dancing flame of the candle. "Alistair." The name a soft whisper upon her barely hued lips. Surprisingly enough a soft little laugh escaped her lips as

With the hand that wasn't cuffed to his, Bailey slipped it between her legs touching herself. She felt how wet she was, how turned on he had made her. Getting her fingers damp she moved them back to his lips and slipped them into his mouth. In that moment she was trying something new, something she'd never done before. All her life Bailey had always been insecure about her body, she had always hidden her body from the world. That was until she had met Calahan, he knew just how to get her to come over of her shell, how to make her feel alive. Calahan had made her see that there wasn't anything to be afraid of, her body was a wonderland, but in her mind it was his. "I want you, too." She spoke as she moved her fingers from his mouth and kissed him one last time harder than

Maria lay there for a moment, gazing up at Jack, her heart still pounding and her breath still stuck in her throat. He was dressed in a ragged white shirt covered and smeared in bits of dirt, patched brown pants, and a rough gray jacket; he walked barefoot, his feet stuck with pieces of mud and grass. But his face was what caught Maria’s eye. He was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. His face was finely shaped, and set with a pair of radiant eyes that gazed down at her, glowing like crystal balls in the moonlight.

“I woke up at 5:30 the next morning because I wanted to at least look like I belonged at a church. My typical “go-to” outfit consisted of a hoodie and leggings-- I definitely couldn’t wear that. I looked through my closet, trying to find something modest.

“My, my, you came prepared, didn't you?” Aiden said, staring at the wonderful sight displayed before him. Alyssa felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, she held her upper arm, pushing her breasts together and moved her legs together in an attempt to cover some of her exposed skin. Aiden gets up and places his hands on her hips, leaning in closer. Aiden whispered sensually, “I guess I should do something since you are so prepared,” this sent chills down Alyssa’s spine. Moving his face closer, he gently presses his lips against hers. Soon he moves one arm to wrap around her waist and one to cradle the back of her head, in turn deepening the kiss. Following suit, Alyssa drapes her arms around his neck. As the kiss progresses, it becomes more

Once almost all the gifts had been opened, everyone left. The most valuable gifts were saved for last, mother and father’s. Father got me a new phone that awaited me in my bedroom Mother, however, got me something strange. A book. The book bared the title, Love Kills. It was odd because mother knows I don’t enjoy reading, I would prefer to write stories and listen to music.

“Yes, would you like something to drink?” He called the waiter and he ordered a coffee while I asked for a tea. “Well, I know that I might sound like a girl and you might not be okay with what I’m going to tell you.” Harry said. Whoa, is it that bad? “I like your sister, well, more than like.” He confessed. I raised an eyebrow and I felt my blood boiling.

The cold air seeped through her clothes, and she started to shiver. She wandered the streets of her village but didn’t see anything. She was about to give up, when she felt something near her ear and turned around to see what it was. That’s when she saw it: a face right in front of hers. She felt something tugging her forward, and she collapsed on the ground.

Romantic love as a cultural script includes the belief that love is all you need; true love lasts forever; true lovers become one; love is pure and good; and anything done in the name of love cannot be wrong (Ben Ze’ev & Goussinsky, 2008). Romantic ideology encompasses positive aspects of love, such as mutual devotion and intimacy. This influence is present in a beginning scene where Angela is talking to Mamen about her boyfriend and stating her faithfulness. She explains how she is able to separate the job (prostitution) from her loyalty. Even if work is busy, 30 guys in a day, she will continue to be faithful. Angela advises Mamen to take care of her own boyfriend. Then a pseudo-scenario is brought up where a hot guy at a club is present

Her mother could barely stand to be in the room, so clashing were the colors of trinkets and furniture scattered haphazardly about. Multicolored muslin tapestries of zodiacs and mandalas littered the walls and ceiling, some taught, others drooping from their moorings. Underneath the recently acquired hangings was the old wall, painted, repainted, and still unfinished; a great unrestrained mish mash of colors that represented Kat’s mood. Phillipa was proud to see the many still-odorous, bright streaks of sunsets, and less oceanic, moody splotches. There had been so many of the depressed hues casting unhealthy opalescent reflections onto Kat’s pale, unhealthy skin last year. The rest of the room was a multitudinous arrangement of various furniture; chairs, modern and antique, gifts from friends and family, holding memories from years past and present, oak shelves full of creaking leather bound scientific journals from aspiring botanists who’d given up on their hobby, torn books of copious varieties, ranging from journals people had kept and sold, wanting to forget their contents, to fairytale books with crayon pictures scribbled in margins that smelt like decades old wax, all worn from exposure to mildew, giving off the aroma of dewy basement. Kat and Phillipa could be found poring over the books for hours, having sleepovers at each other 's’ houses just to finish

Love is something that every human being as capable of feeling. No matter how hard an individual tries to avoid it, they will at one time or another will be blindsided by love. Love can come in many different forms, love for parents, love for money, love for country, to name of few. Love is something that our race has been focused on since the beginning. Civilizations have written about love throughout the ages and it has been a cornerstone of literature. Love has started wars, ended nations, created treaties and dissolved monarchs. Not only does love transcend human law when restricted but also transcends time and space. People who have been in long distance relationships can attest that no matter how far you are away from your loved one, that love does not diminish and in many cases grows stronger. The love for one’s significant other has been said to be “true” love, the love that transcends all and is more important than life itself in some cases. True love cannot be based solely on outward appearance or the physical longing for someone but is much deeper and reaches the spiritual and emotional base of our existence. True love demands commitment to another person on a level in which most people have only committed to themselves. The Bible tries to define love as patient and kind; that love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.

The freckles on her cheeks looked as if a tiny fairy had left a single tea-stained kiss there, then decided that the first one looked lonely, and placed another beside it. Their skin pressed together while the light pushed through the blinds. His eyes opened to see the trees shed their first dying leaves across the road. He felt safe next to her. The soft chime of metal woke her. Her plush, tawny lips parted, exposing porcelain teeth. He brushed the hair back from her forehead and kissed her on the nose. She bubbled with laughter. All bright eyes and rosy cheeks.