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Forbidden Fruit (Pre-Write)

She sat alone, very still and silent.The rain hit the window sill and she brushed her long brown hair out of her way, revealing a very pale, fragile face, dark, deep set eyes, and lips that seemed to be traced in blood. He was late.


The clock hit 12:13 and a lite sound came from the window pane "tap, tap" It was very hard to decipher from the slow, rampant tapping of the rain, but she knew this sound very well. She quickly arouse from her chair, as if life had suddenly ran threw her veins for the first time that night.


There he was, the most gorgeous being she had ever seen. His skin was fair and smooth, his eyes were a pale blue that seemed as oceans, deeper than life, his lips Traced from one side of his face to the other, in perfect geometric form.


He gentle pressed his lips to hers, sending vibrations through her entire body, straight down to her soul. Gentle Running his fingers through her hair, He silently whispered, "Hello my sweet Angel." The sweet smell of forbidden fruit!


At that very moment, she felt nothing in the world could tare her from him. This thought Quickly interrupted by a loud, obnoxious knock on the door. "Genitalia, God dammit, whats going on in there" The door burst open and she felt as her heart would do the same.


The floor quickly came up to meet her, a loud "Bang" shot through the air like a knife to the heart. There he lie, Blood pouring from his fresh wound, her dad, standing at the door with a revolver, smirking to himself.


The tears started to run like rain. His energy was pouring out just as the blood that flowed regularly now. "I love you," he gentle whispered and silently fell to a deep, undisturbable sleep.


The smirk suddenly washed away her fathers face, something was wrong. She kissed him, and its as if the life was being drained for her. A slow, steady mist retreated from her heart pouring into his.


He awoke quickly, only to find her lying there with a smile on her face, she was dead.



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This is actually a pre-write but I had a problem getting it to register so I just copied and Pasted.
Written May 18th, 2004

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  • May 18, 2004
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    This is a story, not a poem...