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Brusnop- FairytalesA long time ago my mother told me not to believe in fairy tales...
"Oh Benjamin! Fairy tales are just childish nonsense!"
And I believed her until I met him...
A sixteen year old me woke up on a dark,misty night, awoken by a loud wailing sound. I swung my legs out of bed and padded barefoot over to my window, looking out of it I saw our empty driveway, darkness and a slight blur illuminated by the light from our porch. Being curious, I pulled on my dressing gown and thundered down the stairs, opening the front door and peeing outside. I heard the whimper again and grabbed a torch then stepped outside to search, it had sounded like an injured animal most likely a fox or something. I shone the beam of light to the right and found the source of the noise, a wolf lay on the ground whimpering his blue eyes gazing tediously at me.
"It's okay boy," I whispered, holding out my hand to show I was nice. "I won't hurt you," His eyes shone at me then moved away to gaze at his
The Need to Buy You Flowers: Brusnop"Why do you always want to go out with the guys?" Ben asked me from his seat on our couch like he had almost every day this week.
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Because I enjoy going out for drinks."
"You've been out for drinks with them every night and you've come home drunk every night.
"Can't you stay home with me for one night?"
"Ben, I spend all of my time at work or with you. I would like to go out and have a good time."
"So you're just going to leave me alone every night so you can have a 'good time'?" he asked, looking like he was staring to get pissed, which part of me couldn't care less about, and using his fingers to put quotes around good time.
"Yeah, pretty much. Just because you got yourself knocked up, it doesn't mean that my social life has to end."
"I got MYSELF knocked up? Whose fucking dick was in me and decided to release their fucking semen into my fucking body?"
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to stand here and listen to him accuse me for this.
When I started wa
Repeating Apologies.He stumbled up the stairs, fell on the last step, and cursed aloud. I bit my lip and lay there silently, facing away from the door, curled up on the sheets. I try to act like I'm asleep when he opens the door and turns the light on with a low grunt.
I quickly close my eyes and relax my breathing, hearing him shuffle to the bed and lay there, his full body weight on me. I groan softly, trying to get him off. He's kissing my neck, being so sloppy with his breath smelling pure of alcohol.
I give one last shove and he's hovering over me with glassy eyes, looking at me with a daze. I sighed.
"Guess what?" he said slowly, smirking. "Sam fell down. He was like, 'Danny!' and I was like, 'Sam, no-o-o-o-o-o!'" He cackled lowly, shaking his head. "It was hilarious!"
I nodded slowly. "That's nice."
He then starts to kiss my neck again, his hands roaming around my body in desperate want. "Baby," he breathes, "I'm so horny."
I gasp as his hand squeezes at my crotch area; I squirm under him with a wh
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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