Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
86. Seeing RedThe entire time Carson has known him, Aaron has worn glasses. From what Carson has seen, the frames are always blue (Carson's pretty sure that's been Aaron's favorite color since birth), and they are always top of the line. Even as a child, Aaron was vain enough to brag about them. When Carson first met Aaron, when they were only five, he had never seen glasses beforenot on anyone he cared about, at leastso the spectacles absolutely fascinated him, much to Aaron's disdain.86. Seeing Red by Psijay
It was because he didn't understand them, Carson's pretty sure. Aaron told him that they helped him see; that he was far-sighted, so sometimes reading would give him terrible headaches that the glasses would prevent. This didn't mean much to Carson, however. It just meant Aaron had something he didn't, and he wanted them.
So he stole them on a regular basis.
'Stole' was probably too malicious a word. It turned into a game for the two of them: Carson tried to snatch the spectacles, and Aaron did his best t
Getting It RightShe walks a mile from the bus stop, and barely makes it up the stairs. Key to the lock opens the door and she collapses into the chair. High school was a joke. Two years of private school left her with two actual classes and five electives. Why bother? There had to be a better way.Getting It Right by roadkillKitten
She shivers despite the near-summer heat and contemplates the pool. A Diet Coke relieves thirst and a gnawing in the pit of her stomach which is best left ignored. She sighs. She should go lay in the sun and tan, tanned skin looks slimmer than her pale flesh, and it implies a level of healthiness she does not done. Make-up hides the dark circles under her eyes, so there will be no swimming today.
Dinner is a ritual of diving food on her plate, every serving directly in half, and she will eat no more than that. Nothing touches on the plate, she draws invisible lines between the servings, then between each serving. She eats the vegetables first, before they cool too much, but the fork never touches lips or ton
briefly catharsisbriefly by wei-en
you don’t know what it feels like
the only thing that holds you
down is a consuming hunger
to write and
your fear of it is jailing
[ an entire soul in yellow –
pages, creamy white – ]
you know that you will fall
into its palm, one day, again,
because it’s scratched beneath
your nails, you know
because you’ve always been this
that the relief will be minimal
and writing will be no purge –
Blink“I- I swear, I only blinked, and- and then she was gone.”Blink by starrysky963
She sat at the table trembling, head buried in her hands. The two detectives exchanged looks. One of them, a woman in her late 30’s with thick, black hair, was the first to speak.
“Ma’am, I know this is hard on you, but please. Think back to the last moments you saw your sister.”
The woman, Rachel, spoke without lifting her head, voice thick and quavering with unshed tears.
“I told you,” she said, almost pleading, “We were walking in the park. It was a little after 5:30, and we were the only ones there. We took the path around the back where the trees are thicker. We walked side by side the entire time, planning our big move to the country. She stopped for a moment before we left the trees. And when I turned around, she was gone.” She sobbed heavily, then lifted h
Her BirthdayShe was perfect.Her Birthday by GentlemanAnachronism
But then, that was hardly surprising. He had created her to be.
In scientific terms, she was a marvel of genetic engineering. A manmade wonder, harbinger of a new line of beings who were more than superhuman - they could hardly be called anything resembling human at all. Humans were weak, unreliable, prone to disease and unprofitable mutation. They were slow, practically deaf and blind when compared to any other predator, lacking a sense of smell strong enough to be of any use, lacking the claws and teeth to bring down an enemy when unarmed, lacking and deficient in almost every respect. Soft. Pathetic. Breakable. Prone to unwanted emotion.
She was perfect.
She had not been so when he started work, of course. He had wanted an existing model to base his improvements on, not a test-tube grown creature, and she had fit the bill for that quite admirably. So had many others, at the beginning, but the experiments and augmentation had proven all but her defecti
03 -LightGlistening through the window pane,03 -Light by SarahAurelie
I try to keep my eyes shut,
covering my head.
Something forces me up,
eyes wide open,
Some days, I wish it wouldn't.
#44- Two Roads#44- Two Roads by leangreenlimabean
So, you and Sam, huh?" he said after a few awkward moments of silence, his warm brown eyes unusually cold. I glanced at him, surprised.
"Yeah, why?" I asked, suspicious.
"I don't know, I just thought I'd be a little harder to get over than that." His tone was light, but I could sense the layers of hurt underneath. He'd been hoping that I would still be pining for him. I clenched my fists angrily. How dare he? He was the one that left me, not the other way around!
"It wasn't really that hard," I replied coolly, and he grimaced visibly, as if someone had hit him.
"Does he even know what you are? A Selkie?" Milo accused. I gritted my teeth. I knew what game he was playing. "I mean, you can't have a relationship with someone when you're keeping secrets. Not a real one, anyway. It's just a cop out."
That did it. I rounded on him, jabbing my finger at his chest. "You're one to talk, Milo! You have no right to just come waltzing back here, expecting me to fall into your arms again, after you
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