BAmber-Michelle

The halo of fire upon her head -- one only a demon of hell would wear when she greeted the sinful souls with her torturous hands, stained as red as the light her halo casts past her face -- never moves, even when her dark wings of grace and wickedness dance behind her. She is no demon. She is an angel with bright eyes of passion and skin that glows like a star that spreads it's light in the dark night sky. Her smile can make a broken heart race and her words can calm even the most horrifying nightmares. I want to touch the star, to kiss the heat and beauty of her as my lips melted and dripped until I lost all control and became a puddle on

Jacob ran his fingers over his forehead and felt his sweat overflowing from his pores. He needed another cigarette and another drink of water, but was out of one and running low on the other. He should have refilled them both at the last gas station, but the plan skipped his mind. He looked ahead, seeing the endless road and desert and sky in front of him. Every mile he drove only seemed to get longer and every minute felt like an hour. The scenery never changed and no cars every joined him. It was as if he was the last person on earth, driving to find a paradise he knew didn't exist. Pushing that thought out of his mind, Jacob turned the r

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You and the stranger both like sherlock. You: John, leave your date right now.- SH Stranger: Sherlock, no. -JW You: Yes. Leave her. -SH Stranger: You can't just tell me that. I like Jocelyn. You even were nice to her. -JW You: She's cheating on her husband with two men, not including you. -SH Stranger: Sherlock... -JW You: Yes? -SH Stranger: ... You better not be making this up. -JW You: I'm not. Ask her about her husband. Or their neighbor. Or his best friend. -SH Stranger: Stranger: I'm on my way home. I'm stopping at the off license, I plan on getting drunk. -JW You: Did she

When he had just turned twenty, Jacob went to the rodeo and watched as women were riding their horses around barrels. The young girl riding was having trouble controlling the horse as it ran in the wrong direction and knocking over a barrel. She headed towards the next barrel, knocking it down as well. "Ain't that just unlucky?" A man's voice said next to him. Jacob didn't bother to respond, instead watching as the girl was going around the last barrel successfully but heading back towards the gates with her head hung low. "You gonna compete?" Jacob looked towards the man and saw him looking at him. He was a rough-looking man with a square

Jacob Tritt drove down the highway with his windows down and the air conditioner blowing on his rugged face. His calloused hands held the cigarette he had hanging outside the window and the steering wheel of his Chevy pickup truck that his father gave him for his sixteenth birthday twenty-six years ago. The radio played the newest country music that Jacob bobbed his head to. The roads were empty of all forms of life except for the occasional lonely bird sitting on the ground. Nothing but the feverous sun high in the sky and sparse green plants that sprung out of the desert sand filled the empty land. Thirteen going on fourteen hours Jacob h

In the portrait he saw his world. His world was smiling at him, looking at him through their blue painted eyes. A tiny brushed arm was reaching for him. He reached out, imagining the hand giggling when he touched her fingers. The kindhearted beauty holding the small one was as amused as he that a single touch could cause such joyous laughter. His world was looking at him through the canvas. He was looking back, wishing he could step inside and live out his existence with them. He could see his world, but wasn't allowed to live with his world. He wasn't allowed the peace and happiness his world would bring to him. He picked the brush up from

At the time I am writing this, I am dying. My alcohol consumption has reached their limits and left me nauseous and tired. My wife and nurse have both forced me to get some bed rest, but I have no time to sleep. This letter if for whoever chooses to read it. I understand if my dear Amelia chooses not to read this, although I pray she does. But I am the richest man in the city. My death is sure to cause questions to arise. This letter is to let others now. I am sure I will die before Amelia will wake in the morning. I have to let her know why death has been a recent visitor to the household. She needs to know that Wilson's death and my own w

Most of the time, the room is dark. There are days when the room is bright and I can see almost everything clearly. The sunshine is reflecting through the cracks in the door, light spreading across the room. My face breaks out into a smile, my eyes shine and happiness fills my heart as I think I can leave the darkness. I can leave and be happy, be myself and no one will care. I open the door, just a little, and take a small peak. When I saw the happiness shine, I expected to see smiling faces, people saying they'll stand by my side, my loved ones loving me. And I see them. Everyone is there, smiling. I open the door, just a little bit more,

My forth grade teacher was young and nice. She had curly brown hair and the prettiest brown eyes I ever saw. On Valentine's Day, she said she would give everyone a kiss. For some reason, I got excited about it. I didn't know why, but I tried to hide it. It wasn't right for me to think like that. I had many crushes on boys I went to school with and knew that wanting a kiss from a girl wasn't normal. When she gave everyone a candy kiss, I tried hard not to show my disappointment. I took it and ate it with a smile.