This Drug Called Love - c.1Gwen Hamilton merged into the vast parking lot, littered with both students and cars; moving and parked. She emitted a low irritable growl, realizing it was going to be far more difficult to find a parking space at this school than she had thought. It was nowhere the same as her previous college, which was a small one at that, and she seemed to like it that way.This Drug Called Love - c.1
In anticipation, she bit her lower lip as she impatiently waited for each car in front of her to swerve to their lefts or their rights to go in search of their own space up and down the crowded aisles. Her knuckles grew white from the death grip against her steering
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His eyes are contemplative; soft, within thought. An orange drowns into the depths of round blue orbs, taking in every color the setting sun offers. Round, almond eyes stare, impossible to flutter a lash. Though it was needed not – not a second to waste, not a second missed, not a second too late.
His lower lip pierces into his upper to moisten. His lips are soft; warm and blush. They scarcely part as he begins to inhale – bringing the setting sun into his deep lung as he appears to mouth words from the roll of his tongue.
His fingers intertwine apprehensively, fe
In SilenceSecretly I fixed my eyes on you Why is time falling, why am I falling love? Those times that I hated silence Secretly my heart is filled with love I've slipped through a few loves Making my way through the street quickly; A secret far into the night Secretly my heart is at lostIn Silence
This Drug Called Love prologueJack alone was enough to show me that we truly live once, and that every one human being on this planet has one thing in common: Life. Our lives are filled with deeply imbedded personal texts of “what if’s”, leaving us to wonder if we’ve made proper choices, and if we haven’t, can we change those paths we’ve taken, or undo what we’ve previously done? We live with this false belief, this false hope, that we can change ourselves and undo what has been done. Jack carried a burden throughout his life that inevitably affected both of us. He forgot how to move on, and in turn, he never did. I still haven’t. ButThis Drug Called Love prologue
Until Gwen
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“Run! Hurry Up! Go!” Shia awake to cries from her neighbors. Startled and confused, she got up out of bed to see what had reined so much havoc on her quiet-as-a-mouse village. As she reached the windowsill, the head of a particularly ugly hobgoblin appeared. Frightened, she did the only thing that came to mind and ducked beneath the window, not a moment too soon. The next second, a loud, gurgling cry shot through the air as the goblin’s head was unmercifully sliced open by one of the villagers. Try not to retch, sh
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