This is a collection of short story/extracts from books I'll never write, that we're inspired by writing prompts.
None of these prompts are mine, this is just my take on them.
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"I love you!" Those words flew out in a rush. It had been so easy to pronounce them, to say them out loud and yet they had been ripped out of her chest. For so long had she hidden them, had bitten her lip and tasted blood to keep herself from spilling them. But now they did flow out, like a broken dam and there was never a chance of taking them back. She thought she could taste the blood now, too. That specific, metallic taste. Had she bitten her lip again? Or was it her tongue, to stop the repetition of those three little words that could destroy her? To love was to be weak. And she certainly was weak now. In front of him, his eyes that she'd always wanted to drown in, that had seen right into her core like she was transparent. So many times had he pushed her, had brought her to the edge and caged her between a hard place and free falling into oblivion. She wasn't a bird, she couldn't fly. And standing at the top, he'd never catch her. But she loved him. And there was no turning back. But what would he say? Would she associate love with blood for the rest of her days? She was about to ask him what he wanted from her now, if he was satisfied with that he'd won. But then she was tasting mint and he was kissing her like he was starved for touch and was the only one who could save him. She'd read about it in books, seen that kind of passion in movies, but had never believed one capable of feeling that kind of need and lust for her. Yet here it was. "I love you too" he whispered against her lips. A promise of forever. The taste of mint sweets, it was filling her senses now, washing away the blood that had imprinted itself into her tongue. Ironic, how it had to be mint, the flavour that was so cold and stoic yet soothing, too. It burned within her now, embedded itself into her soul. What does "I love you" taste like?- if anyone ever asked her that, she knew what she'd answer. Mint sweets. It tastes like mint sweets.
