Rose Strailos 100 Flash Stories
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,096
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I own the characters, I created this world. This story is an ORIGINAL FICTION and is mine. Any copyright infringement will be not be tolerated. Anything/one recognizable is not mine and is not meant to infringe on copyrights.
4, 5, 9, 10 & 13
Prompt: eyes
Number: 4
They stared at me, sad and rich with color. Drops of water escaped from them forever suspended as I stared back, etching the sight in memory. I could remember when they gazed at me lovingly, with a sweet smile on the lips below them. But now, they were forever darkening, fading as the life behind them left and died. They were so beautiful, even in death, they were so beautiful.
Prompt: words
Number: 5
They could cut and slice, drag you down to the deepest depths of pain and sadness. They could rip you in pieces and leave you quivering in the after math.
Or they could weave around you, telling a tale, giving you thoughts of life and love with just a few moments and the right tones.
They could do so much with so little so we continue to use them, to hurt.
To heal.
To kill.
To weave.
Prompt: courage
Number: 9
An inner strength that shines through as the worst moments surrounded us. It helped us do what we needed to do. It helped us to admit when we needed help.
Prompt: enemies
Number 10
You could never be friends with your enemy. Once upon a time he knew this, but couldn’t really care about the fact. He knew what he wanted, how he wanted it. He wanted it all.
He wanted him.
His enemy was his lover.
His lover was his enemy.
He knew that you could never be friends with your enemy. They never said you couldn’t be lovers with your enemy.
Prompt: character
Number: 13
It was a matter of how they acted and not who they were. Or at least that’s what they told themselves. It was amazing to discover who they were, how they acted and how they lived. It was amazing to discover every little nuance of their lives, loves and personalities. Every time I take pen to paper to create someone new, I discover myself in them even though they are nothing more then a character on paper.
Number: 4
They stared at me, sad and rich with color. Drops of water escaped from them forever suspended as I stared back, etching the sight in memory. I could remember when they gazed at me lovingly, with a sweet smile on the lips below them. But now, they were forever darkening, fading as the life behind them left and died. They were so beautiful, even in death, they were so beautiful.
Prompt: words
Number: 5
They could cut and slice, drag you down to the deepest depths of pain and sadness. They could rip you in pieces and leave you quivering in the after math.
Or they could weave around you, telling a tale, giving you thoughts of life and love with just a few moments and the right tones.
They could do so much with so little so we continue to use them, to hurt.
To heal.
To kill.
To weave.
Prompt: courage
Number: 9
An inner strength that shines through as the worst moments surrounded us. It helped us do what we needed to do. It helped us to admit when we needed help.
Prompt: enemies
Number 10
You could never be friends with your enemy. Once upon a time he knew this, but couldn’t really care about the fact. He knew what he wanted, how he wanted it. He wanted it all.
He wanted him.
His enemy was his lover.
His lover was his enemy.
He knew that you could never be friends with your enemy. They never said you couldn’t be lovers with your enemy.
Prompt: character
Number: 13
It was a matter of how they acted and not who they were. Or at least that’s what they told themselves. It was amazing to discover who they were, how they acted and how they lived. It was amazing to discover every little nuance of their lives, loves and personalities. Every time I take pen to paper to create someone new, I discover myself in them even though they are nothing more then a character on paper.