Love, Winnie

Love, Winnie

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"Winnie do you trust me?" I listen to his angelic voice. He seems so innocent when he uses that tone, like he's trying to convince you to sing a Taylor Swift song with him. "Why wouldn't I?" I said as I flash a small grin at his direction. He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to his chest which gave me shivers on my bare skin. I heard him mumbling something close to "ready" but i didn't really hear it considering the fact that I was staring at his dazzling grey eyes that i could almost burn a hole into them. Yup, I wasn't listening in fact that I didn't even realize that we were falling off the cliff, splashing into the crystal clear water beneath us. ************ Meet Winnie Darson. When you're still holding on to something that seems too absurd or unrealistic, you often start to hear voices in your head or start to see pictures that looks so real that it makes you seem like your insane. You start to hallucinate things that would often feel like you're actually there. You'd feel certain feelings. The kind of feelings that you once lost. The feeling of joy, alive, and being loved. But what if those feelings, pictures and hallucinations were actually real? What if you actually felt someone's warm lips brush your own? What if you saw things that would bring back the smile you once lost? What if you felt things that you would've never expected to feel? What if you were experiencing something rare? But there was also that chance hanging on a thread inside your head that all of this is just in fact an illusion. There are so many answers to those countless questions yet you can't seem to clear it out. The only choice left is to comeback and find out your self.
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"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"

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