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I didn’t know what to say, how to react. How do you react to something like this?
I could only feel. My heart was pounding, my breathing was starting to become erratic. This had to stop. I laid a hand on the center of his chest. I could feel his diaphragm expanding as he breathed me in. That was it, and I knew I was lost.

I took a step forward and he smiled. That smile that Nickelback wrote about in Rockstar – ‘They’ll get you anything With that evil smile ’.

And then he slipped away, ephemeral, a dream, an imagination.

But he was there, I could see him still. I moved forward again, the smile became wicked, I was in his arms but he had sucked his lips in. There would be no kisses for me. That was okay. My lips were painted red. We would have ended up looking like clowns. I held him tight, and he held me. I felt so safe and oh so warm inside.

With another smile he let me go, and I walked away.

Smiling at my dream, buoyed by the idea of a man who may not exist, but was terribly real in that one moment.



Want Me

Posted: August 31, 2014 by Arushi in Original Fiction
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Recently I read some very good short fiction, some of it from a friend who posts her stuff here. So I was feeling a bit inspired (in a sense). Here is the result: 

I called him because that is what I thought I should do. He answered because that is what he thought he should do. Funny word, ‘should’.

It was only later that I realized I was doing it because I wanted to. He because he had to. And that made too much of a difference. That little place under my sternum started to hurt, to ache. Then the pain started to spread.

It ached and ached and the worst of it was, he saw it. He knew he caused it. But he just did not understand.

He didn’t understand that it wasn’t about what could be or what could not. It was about what he wanted. About how much he wanted me. If I mattered to him in the same way in which he had consumed me.  

I went on a drive to think. To clear my head.  

Later they said I nearly died. That there was a semi and the car had wrecked. The piece of glass almost punched through my heart. I told them of course it couldn’t. He’d carved my heart out a long time ago, piece by piece. There was nothing left to cut. 

Ever since I completed NaNoWriMo, I have been working on two stories. One is the manuscript I worked on all through November. It is completely raw, the plot is unfinished and I keep changing the facts to make the whole thing smoother. In essence it is utter chaos in a word file.

The other is a story that I am publishing online chapter by chapter on three different sites. This saves me from being a perfectionist who worries about every minuscule detail – because I cannot go back and change anything. I have to move forward and use what I have, not spend time on what I should have written. It is one way to get a story down that simply does not allow for second guessing. It is in this story that I realized my words not only lacked inspiration – they were a snooze fest. Such an awful thing to figure out about your own work.

I could not relate to my characters, so the poor souls could not connect with their readers. So simple. But such a huge ass problem. It is not so easy for me to figure out how to fix this and when I came up with something that might work, I wanted to share it. I am going to change their situation by doing a flashback. They already have a history, there has already been one flashback. It was time there was another because simply put, their present tense is just not working for me.

Why am I subjecting you to this here? Well because I swore to write more often, and the often part means all my ramblings go up on my blog. Enjoy J And may you never want to throttle your characters until they start making sense to you.

On a side note, I recently read Dying is my Business by Nicholas Kauffman. It is great book and definitely worth a read. I figure for having to deal with my rambling, you do deserve at least something worthwhile 😉 Also here is the review of this book by a friend. She was the one who recommended the book to me, and I am glad she did.