We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
The A Team

The A Team

  • WpView
    Reads 21
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, May 19, 2015
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
White Lips. Pale Face. Breathing in the snowflakes. Burnt lungs. She's on the class A team struggling her day dream. Pastel, age 17 she has been found to love the winter, she holds top spot in the Dean's list. She is a tomboy. She lives alone, on the street that's always cold winds, cool weather basically. She lives alone, in a small little house, on The cold street, Cedar Street. Her life seems fine until the new kid. Cole Ramen, he may seem nice and normal until, he is seen at a small rundown gym, touching everything as it begins to burn, then he begins making Pastel feel pain just by simple hand movements. "Wh-why ca-can't I move?" "Because,"
All Rights Reserved
#373
cole
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃
  • Broken Pieces (Jason the Toymaker x Reader)
  • The bad boy trained me to fight (*Completed*)
  • Lusting After Lucifer (18+) ☑
  • Smoke Filled Lungs
  • I Hate You
  • DISCONTINUED & UNFINISHED: scott pilgrim infection story
  • 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
  • Signing Love (#Wattys 2018)

I look up at him, his face nothing but a hazy memory. His head is tilted down towards me and I think about how odd it must be for him too. If we kissed, would we find each other's lips? Would it be as natural as breathing? He's mere inches from me and just the presence of his body is suffocating. I don't even have to see his face to know how well he makes my body react. Goosebumps trickling down my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising like sunflowers facing the sun. It's as if I can really see his face. His features and the looks he gives. It's so familiar, so in-tune with me, that I feel like I've always seen it. I can feel his eyes set on me, my figure under his gaze. I can feel the tension in the air and I'm not even sure if I'm breathing. "That necklace around your neck," he scoffs. "What about it?" I ask, my voice low. "I've seen it every single time I've seen you and it drives me insane. It's the one thing I can see below your face." Something clicks into place for me. The puzzle pieces align, and I feel alive. "Then take it off and put your hand there, I can wear that instead," I grin. __ Scarlett Moore. A university student trying to make it past the struggles of life, friends, and a love life labeled hell. But to her aid, a man from her dreams clouds her mind and a little too much of her heart. Every night he visits her, comforting her from a cruel world and harsh realities. The life she lives with him in her sleep becoming a little too real. Just how attached is she to a man who isn't even real? What happens when she can't tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy? __

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines