Peach's Short Stories

[Peach Ala]

Hey people,

Over the past couple of years, roleplaying has been a great release for me, because I can do two things I love at the same time - writing and meeting new people! Unfortunately I live in a different time zone to most of my partners, so I usually have nothing to reply to. That being said, I release my muse in another way - I write short stories (among other things).

I can't write full stories - that much I know! - so shorter stories are much easier for me to cope with. They are usually little exerts from bigger stories I have in mind (these bigger stories never get finished because I don't have enough dedication to stick it and I get bored easily).
I already have many short stories - most of them are already on the internet, but I write up a new one once or twice a month. You'll find them here.

Now, enough of my blabbering...

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My Angel

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"Wake up, sleepyhead." Lacey's gentle voice lulled from beside my ear. Her voice sounded both thick and sweet, like honey. For the millionth time, I thanked the stars for giving me such a wonderful girl.

Sleepily, I blinked up at her angelic face, framed by fair hair. The early morning light caught the loose strands, causing my angel's halo to intensify. Her brown eyes were wide and probing, surrounded by pale lashes. The little black mole at the corner of her left eye seemed to stand out more than usual amongst the fading acne on her cheeks. A real girl - real, normal, perfect. Beautiful. Her body - curvier, heavier than most men wanted - lay across my bed. My angel.

"Good morning." I whispered into the blanket, not wanting to ruin her beauty with my horrible morning breath. "Have you been waiting for long?"

She smiled then, her little pink lips stretching so that her cheeks bunched up under her eyes. "Fiona, I've been waiting all my life." And she bent to kiss my forehead. My forehead.

The silly romantic. She always had to go and ruin my awe with corny phrases like that. Of course, I wouldn't be giving up her kisses and good mornings any time soon.

With an impressive yawn and almighty stretch, I heaved myself into a sitting position, draping an arm around Lacey's shoulders. Mornings like this were worth a million dollars - my love at my side, the sun hurting my eyes and the sound of the ocean in the background.

"What are you thinking about?" Lacey said quietly, her fingernails stroking my arm. The path she trailed was dotted with goosebumps.

"You." I murmured in reply. "Me. Us. Here." The list could go on.

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The pain of shifting is intense. My skin warps, seeming to pulse as it stretches in smalls bursts. My bones snap and mend rapidly, my muscles cramping around them as my limbs change. Everything hurts; my elongated feet, my pounding heart and even my fingernails, which are quickly turning into claws.

I let out a shrill howl, displaying my relief for the pain has finally begun to disappear. The moon answers my call. No other animals can feel the steady thrum coming from the light, but it's there for me and carries me down the hillside, away from my clothes that lay in tatters and into the night...

Do you love me?[/b]
It was a quiet evening, the air still warm from the harsh sun that was now balancing on the horizon. The trees surrounding us seemed to block out the outside world and their vast canopy held all the music we needed.

Her feet dipped out against the pond water, causing ripples to spread across the surface. Back and forth her toes stroked the water, mesmerizing me.

"Do you love me?" She whispered into the quiet, leaning her head back against my chest.

In response, I kissed her silky almond hair and whispered back a muffled yes.

I love your charm, your humor, your personality... I thought lovingly, staring out again over the mirror-like water and seeing for the first time that night had fallen. The small pinpoints of light that seemed so much brighter here stared back. I love your eyes and your smile and I love every one of your faults. I love you.

Silence fell once more, interrupted only by the occasional chirp of a night bird and the sound of her feet against the water. I could live forever like this; alone with my lover in a world where wars and hate didn't belong, a world free of violence and criticism and discrimination.

I considered speaking, but there was only one question I wanted to ask. Was that question worth breaking this comfortable silence?

"Do you love me?" I asked finally, picking at the sand and grass we were sitting on nervously. I had never asked this question. I had never wanted to and never felt the need.

The silence stretched on and I wondered in embarrassment if she had fallen asleep. There was nothing worse than having the love of your life fall to sleep. No one wanted to consider themselves that boring.

"Yes."

I jumped slightly, causing her to spin around. Her bright eyes (hazel with green around the pupils - so beautiful) danced with curiosity as she looked at me. What did she see? An eclectic soul hidden inside of a ragged body? A bitter, ugly person?

"I do love you. I love more than you know." She whispered huskily, staring me straight in the eyes. I looked away from her intense gaze, an instinctive action. "I love your life. I love your talent. I love everything you have."

My life? My talents? That didn't sound right.

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It's like one of those bad dreams; the ones where you're running and running and running and you fall and there's no hope of you ever getting up again. It's one like one of those ones... It is one of those ones. The shadows are the same, as are the monsters. These monsters stare at me with thirsty blue and brown eyes. They gnash their perfect teeth together hungrily, clawed hands wrapped in chemically killed hair.

"Well? What have you got to say?" Roars the master of the army. Her brain-dead followers bare their fangs in anticipation. A fresh kill.

I can feel my brain melting, trickling out of my ears. The sudden craving for make-up and new clothes overwhelms me. I'm turning into one of them. The realization is a frustrating thing. I'm sure each of the monsters had the same thoughts as me when they were in this position - how many have turned away the spot? My guess is plenty, seeing as no one wants to be a ghoul.

Unfortunately, my resolve is not the same as those smarter girls and I find myself nodding, a pleasant smile plastered to my face as I step into their cursed arms.

I guess there's no going back now. I've found my clique for the next four years of my school life. Am I special? How many girls can say they hung out with monsters?

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That's enough for now. The Cleveland Show is about to start.

I think it's obvious what my style is. I prefer writing for romance or real life situations. I like my work to create a vivid image when you read it, I like to let you delve inside the characters mind and, although you're reading a short story/one-shot, I like you to touch at their personalities. Another I like to incorporate is a real feel - I like my characters to have obvious flaws with their appearance and personality, whether this be a big temper issue, troubles in general, moles, freckles, etc.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to watch this space. I love writing and there's no doubt in my mind that I'll update.

~Peach[/center]