dreamtides

     “Amy. Look at me. Please, look at me. I…we…we’re worried.”      The words distant, heard through a fog of memories, Amy slowly raised her eyes from the shadows on the carpet, meeting her brother’s anxious gaze. She stared for a moment, uncomprehending, trying to pull the words that were falling from his lips into a coherent sentence.      “Please, Amy,” Alex begged, kneeling in front of her as she sat curled up in her favorite chair, a blanket neatly tucked around her body. “We’re so worried. Please just…do something. Tell us what happened. You won’t talk to the counselor,

     Joscelin arched his back and gasped. Lips trailed down his neck, across his collarbone, teeth nipping at his chest before latching onto his nipple. Jos let out a low moan, digging his hands into hair, holding the naked body stroking and kissing him against his own bare skin.      Jos groaned and tightened his hold, forcing himself to shove the other male away and flip him onto his back. Jos straddled his narrow waist, trailing his hands across the tight abs and smooth pecs below him before leaning down, eyes trained on the other male's lips.      Moaning slightly, Jos relaxed against the other male, flicking his tongue against his

"You OK, baby?" Chris slurred out, barely conscious. He lifted his head, green eyes glazed with sleep, brown hair spiked and disheveled.      Alexandra slowly turned her head, barely meeting Chris's eyes before dropping her gaze down, fiddling with the ice pack in her lap. "Yeah Chris," she whispered, wincing as her swollen lips protested. "Go back to sleep. I'm fine."      "Kay, Lexi," Chris sighed, slinging an arm around her waist and dropping swiftly back into sleep. Alex stared down, expressionless, at her boyfriend's relaxed form and gently prodded the bruise his fist had given her, a frown wrinkling her brows as she thought of the

Erik stood in the shadows, as much as he was able to in the blaze of neon signs, anonymous, face hidden under the deep hood of his sweatshirt, eyes covered by dark glasses. He scanned the crowd, body wired tight as he searched for that familiar shock of pink hair. He shifted, uncomfortable with the gnawing need that was rippling down his spine, making it harder and harder to concentrate, his body trembling on the verge of loosing control. Sinking his teeth in his cheek, Erik let the sharp tang of blood center him, pull his awareness back to finding her. His eyes darted anxiously around the busy food court as he looked for her, making sure th

***Potentially Uncomfortable Content Ahead*** Amy had been conscious long enough to take stock of the situation and realize she was in deep trouble. She was aware enough to feign unconsciousness, remembered enough to know that she didn’t want to let on that she could understand what was happening around her. But that didn’t help one bit when her body began to scream at her to run, to jerk away, to get herself away from the fingers gently running over her arm because she knew what was going to come next. Amy trembled as ice slid across her overheated skin, slow and deliberate, tracing the lines of her collarbone. She fought to sta

“This sucks.” “You can’t draw.” “I hated this!” “Unoriginal.” “Try making some real art.” “This shouldn’t be allowed on DA.” For all who have said this before I have something to say in return You cannot define what I find to be       Creative                  Emotional           Engaging                       Fun              Good So stop trying. But you can tell me what you think           Needs improvement              Was done well      Is interesting                     Is boring           Made you feel Keep in mind, though, one small, ea

The sun was disappearing. The pure white blaze was slowly being hemmed in by a wash of bruised color, boiling and rolling ever closer, reflecting the ground below. A last stand, not even begun and already lost. They had known is was hopeless, but pride and honor drove them to stay, to fight on even when the last of their people had vacated the city Foolish, the enemy thought. Better that they had fled with the rest, the wind whispered, protected those who hadn't been able to protect themselves. Too late now. They were the last, all that was left of a proud and fierce people. Ragged and abused but…defiant. The wind gusted, whipping across th