In this house, we believe in touch.

all we were are teenagers; blind, and in love.

Second book to The New Butler Cover by: Sweetblast #18 in General

The year is 1931. It's a hot and humid summer. Jean Mooney is seventeen, going on eighteen when a new family, the Montgomery's, move into town, taking up lodge next to the Mooney's family farm. With their airs of wealth and comfort, Jean disregards them completely. That is, until Jean began to notice the looks Mr. Montgomery gives her. And, she doesn't quite abhor the idea of looking right back. *WILL NOT BE FINISHED*

[COMPLETE] Brenton Tucker swept like a cool breeze into the long, stifled summer of Amelia's life. He was everything a hero should be-- all easy smiles, broad shoulders, and rakish good looks. Years of common sense left her when he invited her into his company, and she found herself tangled with him beneath virgin sheets. He worshiped her body, crooned sweet promises into her ear, and a dismal future forecast of drudgery and struggle lifted away at his words. He claimed her, stole her away from strangled city life, and rewrote her future in one glorious night of star-crossed lovemaking. There was just one problem-- Brent Tucker wasn't hero of Amelia's story.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.

A collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

Falling into the fiery hell she created must've been the perfect way for her to die. The other woman would then become the heroine that saved the town's people from the mad queen that burnt half of the population down and the duke would become the hero that protected the heroine. They would then be wed and have little children. They would live happily in the new world that they would create after vanquishing the evil queen. They would then lead the people unto a prosperous era of peace. Just... Where?... Where did I go wrong? When I am reborn, will you please give me a simple life?