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flowers girl hemmings luke sick

•bones as frail as lavender stems, skin as pale as daisies•

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"Here." I said, then his eyes met mine and he turned as red as the roses, "Thirteen-forty-three."

"What?"

"For the roses."

"Oh."

He handed me a twenty and I gave him his change, not really speaking as we were both unsure of what to say and in a second he looked back up at me, holding a gaze for longer than most people did, opening his mouth to speak. "You have, um." he said, pointing to his eyes and I knew what he was going to say. The deep purple bags that hung under my eyes were no secret and many people would make comments on the amount of sleep I got.

"Yeah, it's the CF, it causes-" but he cut me off.

"You have pretty eyes."All Rights Reserved

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Hello August, Please Be Good To Me by mynameisdeviblaire

I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

I Can't See You || Nathan Sykes by GlowInTheDxrk

Angela Rose is eighteen years old. Brunette, lean, and tall. A curvy body, that many guys would want her to be their girlfriend. But they didn't like her, because she had one flaw, she is blind. Not genetically. A stink bomb was set off on Angela as a joke, when she was working on a school project in her garage. All of a sudden she sees black. She was ten when this incident happened. Eight years of wanting to see the world. How the water in California is always blue. Or to see the tall mountains in Montana. She had to trust people again. And that was hard only relying on four senses. One day at her clinic, a young man accidentally bumped into her, when visiting his sick grandmother. He looked into her eyes. They were bright blue and green. They looked like they came out of a picture book. He stuck his hand out to introduce himself, not knowing that she was blind. Angela didn't knew what he was doing. He then asked her if she was blind. She had tears in her eyes from that question. She wanted to see his beautiful face, and accent who's it belonged to. She replied to him, "I can't see you."

Flower Steps by forevea_seasons_

Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

The Long Walk Home by MaddieAinsley

IT lets go of me, my head hits the ground again, no sound echos this time. IT's mouth movies, but my ears ring, so I can't hear IT. Everything is blurry and movies too much. I can't focus on anything. IT looks at me, IT's eyes are all gray. IT smirks and stands all of the way up, towering over me. I pull myself up and wobble away from IT on unsteady feet. I look back to see IT laughing, watching me walk away. I can't hear her terrible laughter, and I don't want... to... I fall over, feeling woozy. My head spins and I sway as I try to stand. I look back again, to see that the fog has covered my path, and I can only see a couple of inches away from my face. I blow out air and fall over. * * * * 13 year old Colten, takes a shortcut through the field next to his house on his way home. But why can't he reach his destination?

Our Written Memories by cramsy69

"Hey, calm down, flower I ain't gona hurt ya." My heart skips a beat as I feel my face heating even more. His eyes fill with worry, and His voice is deep but steady, which calms me down for some reason. But it made me tremble in ways I couldn't understand. I wanted to get near him but wanted to run as fast as I could at the same time. My head stayed down the whole time, and my wet hair still stuck in many directions. "Leave me alone." My voice was low and cracked; I felt vulnerable and wanted to hide. I didn't want him to leave me alone, but I was scared of what he was doing to me. I wanted to get away. His hazel eyes stare into my soul, the room's sounds filling my head. "Now why would I do that little flower?" _____________________________________________ Shes just an 18-year-old girl. She's lost, confused, and, most of all, lonely. Life at home is not so great. She was stuck inside the same walls with no escape. She's had enough of it. One day, her mother has had enough of her, and she kicks her out for no reason. She was confused and lost, with no one to help her. Two days later, after her mother kicked her out, she felt something she never felt. Pure hatred toward her mother, she didn't understand. Until she meets a man? They shared many thoughts and memories. For once, she has a friend or maybe more. What will happen? What secrets will she find out? Maybe life outside of the house is not as bad as she thought. Or perhaps it is worse. TW!!!: This story will contain graphic content such as Abuse, Mental disorders, Violence, sexual harassment, Death, Maybe smut in the future, I doubt it, Cussing, traumatic scenes, and abuse of a child. Please do not read this story if you can't handle this type of stuff. I will NOT be adding any trigger warnings in any chapter. If you like it please vote it would mean a lot:))

Blade ✔️ by Hchynna

Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

ten days >> hemmings a.u. by reb_is_a_penguin

"Give me ten days." He whispered, fighting my reluctance to look into his eyes. "Ten days?" I asked, crossing my arms. Did this guy think that this was a joke? Or a game? "Ten days and I'll give you ten reasons to why you should want to stay alive." He answered, biting his lip. "I don't even know you-" "Deal?" He asked sternly, cutting me off. I shifted and searched through my brain for any reason- any- to why I should refuse. But really, what was there to lose? "Deal." I whispered. I watched as a smile tugged at his lips. "See you tomorrow then."

Save Me by LunarDivinity

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

Forever (Book 1) (Editing) by CrYsTaL87

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My New Muse (XXX) (Completed) by AliyahEzinma

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Hello August, Please Be Good To Me

I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.