Newt's Changing Experiences: A Narrative Fiction

It was one of those moments where Tom knew his actions would speak far louder than any comforting words, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and gently placed his hands on either side of his lover’s face. Their eyes locked, and for the briefest of moments, he could see Booker’s soul reflecting through his pain-flecked irises, the depth of his despair shimmering in the desolate black pools. It was a powerfully moving experience and overcome with empathy, he brushed his lips over the dark-haired officer’s quivering mouth, tenderly silencing his fears with the soft caress. Never before had he felt such an overwhelming urge to nurture another human being, the intensity of the emotion rekindling his love for the man standing before him. There was now no doubt in his mind Booker was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and with the knowledge came a sense of peace; he had found his twin flame, and he would do everything in his power to protect him.

I woke up later when I heard some rattling at the door handle. Panicked, I call out “Ethan, is that you?” As soon as I said that, the rattling stopped and I could hear footsteps in the hallway as the front door slammed open. But there wasn’t anybody there. I screamed as loud as I could and not even two minutes later Ethan was running inside to find me. “What’s wrong?!” He asked looking terrified. “Nothing, just a bad dream I guess.” I said with tears streaming down my cheeks. “That doesn’t explain why the door was open.” He said sternly. I insisted he should go home and he gave me his phone number in case I needed anything. I tried as hard as I could to stay awake, but eventually I succumbed to my

My heart wasn’t with him and it had been this way since the moment he brought me home to his apartment above the garage the day we were wed. I had at this point given up fighting to free myself and sunk deep into my thoughts. Upon remembering the day we met I could recall almost every detail about him; from the twinkle in his eyes to the gleam of his golden watch. There was a gleam of hope which I saw when I looked at him much unlike the strain and exhaustion I see as he lurks in the grey shadows of the garage. Though I detested this awful place, it was not New York I longed to adventure away from, it was him. Him and his oh-so ordinary ways. I wished to live a life of the extravagant and the bold, a life with Tom, a life that was not

I barely notice the cool hardwood floor on my back as I bask in the early dawn light seeping through the gap in my curtains. As I stare silently at a darker version of my yellow ceiling for what feels like the hundredth time, I strain my ears to hear the voice again. I miss it like a friend; my only friend in this hollow abyss where I’m imprisoned between the tips of my husband’s claws.

Allie had not heard much of what Thomas said; she was in shock still, from seeing him standing there looking at her. When her eyes locked onto him and then his eyes, it was as if they were completely alone in the room. She blushed at her thoughts because they had suddenly gone to those few days and nights they had spent as a married couple. As he kissed her, her thoughts were in bed with him- his

"Don't be scared!" A voice called from behind the light. "I won't hurt you." I slowly crawled out from behind the pipes, and cautiously edged towards the human. He let me sniff his hand, and carefully picked me up. "There you go. Let's get you home." I tried to watch where he was taking me, but after hours of wandering, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.

The sensation of a moist tongue swirling around the indentation of his navel woke Booker from a restful sleep and groaning softly, he opened his eyes to the sight of Tom's brown hair bobbing in front of him. A lazy smile played over his lips, and he lovingly ran his fingers through the soft peaks of his lover’s mussed-up tresses. “Mmm, you should wake me up like this every morning.”

"I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house."

The emotional anguish shining from Booker’s dark eyes brought a lump to Tom’s throat, and before he had time to think about the consequences of his actions, he leaned forward and brushed his lips over his friend’s quivering pout. The brief contact sent a shiver of arousal down his spine, and flustered and confused by his overt display of affection, he stepped back, his face flaming red and a shy smile playing over his lips. He had no idea what had made him act so impulsively, and uncertainty quickened his pulse. His stomach rolled with a mixture of nerves and humiliation, and he quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to meet Booker’s gaze. But as a lengthy silence hung in the air, he dared to peer up through his long lashes,

Every night my nightmares would wake me up. Nightmares of the same horrible creature haunted my mind. It wasn't until one night when I finally slept long enough for 'him' to gain my trust. Eventually I was sleeping more just to be closer to him. "Why is it you find me so trustworthy?" He asked one night "because I have no reason not

When he started to fall asleep I would remind him through the intercom to stay awake, and if he started again, I would shock him with a quick zap of electricity. Afterwards he would yell at me, but I would tell him it was for his own good. The only thing I didn’t think about too much was me, I constantly had to monitor him, and I also needed to sleep. After 2 and a half days, I risked it, I laid my head down on my desk and set an alarm for 6 hours, that would be an ample amount of sleep.When I awoke, my eyes were heavy but I was rested enough for another shift of watching Josh. When I turned toward the screen, he was motionless, my eyes widened when I realized why, he was

He turned around just as the shadow sunk back into the wallpaper. “I don’t see what you’re seeing, darling. Let’s get you back to bed. You must be hallucinating.”

You already know what awaits you. You feel alone. You were not left behind…unwilling to speak and fight. Unable to open your eyes. Face your tormenter. You are so unsure of yourself. Here I’ve always stood, unable to tell what I have been trying to say, all these years. I am trying to save you. Please, open your eyes. It may hurt, but you need the truth…even when it hurts. Pleeeaasssseeeeee…” and the voice faded as I woke up for real, feeling refreshed. I squinted and saw a light. Twisting and turning my head and back to figure out where I was, I realized I was sitting in front of my partner, Russell

Jermaine looked really nervous and would hardly look me in the face. I figured he was finally getting uncomfortable with me being gay. He was probably thinking of the best way to get out of sleeping in the same bed with me.

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.