Word Vomit

Some words are more meaningful when never spoken. 

Sometimes pain is concealed by forgetting. 

Sometimes you can't fight yourself because the destruction would be too great. 

So instead, you silently murder yourself in hopes of saving yourself.

It starts out as an innocent seed, only growing when attention and nuturing is given.

Before you know it, it's become an uncontrollable weed rapidly taking over.

It feeds on your pain, promising you pleasure, and drawing you in while blocking out everything else.

It clouds your mind and distorts your actions.

Word Vomit 11

Stepping softly, she finds herself walking beneath the rustling trees, the moon hidden behind their branches. Shadows lurk around her and she is engulfed in darkness. She falls to her knees as the night consumes her and she lets out a silent scream, shielding her ears with her palms from the non-existent cries. Her hair fans over her, draping over her bony shoulders and she falls to the woods floor. The leaves crunch beneath her and she cannot feel anymore. Her soul has been pulled away from her body.

Word Vomit #10

He looks up at her, not even phased by her presence. "I thought I told you not to come?"

She steps back, her long skirt, waving in the wind. "I know, I just... um.."

"What is it?" He asks, annoyed. "Sometimes I just want to be left alone, okay?"

She nods, but sits down next to him anyway. "Isn't there anything you want to talk about?"

"Not particularly. If you're going to be here anyway, I'm not going to talk, so I hope you're okay with that."

She nods. Inside, she feels crushed, but she knows that he would probably rather her stay than go at this point. She knows that he will never admit that he needs her.

The night sky clears her mind as she looks up into the pool of stars. The cold winter air chills her bare skin exposed on her ankles, and she shivers. He seems to notice, yet does not offer any comments. Despite all of the bad energy, she smiles because she knows that she has at least some effect on him. He seems to want to say something, but resists with all his strength.

She turns to him. "You can tell me if you want."

He shakes his head, and rests his face in his palms, leaning against his knees. "I'm sorry, there's nothing to say."

"At least you're apologizing now." She looks back up to the stars, gleaming brightly in the dark night sky. "They're pretty, aren't they?"

"Yeah they are." He looks up at the sky in thought for a moment. "But not as pretty as you are."

She laughs and pushes her long hair behind her ears and pulls up her hood to cover from the cold. "Are you just saying that to shut me up, or do you really mean it?"

He turns to her, eyes serious. "I mean it. Can't you take a compliment?"

Her smile drops, "I thought you weren't talking to me," she says softly.

"I'm not... you just keep making me talk." He returns his gaze to the stars and they fall into silence again.

After a few minutes of empty silence, she turns to him again. "I'm not afraid of mutual silence. I can sit here next to you in silence."

"Sure. Do whatever you want. I don't mind."

And the two of them continue to sit in silence, passing the night.

Red Rose Brainstorming

Girls name: Roselia Roth (mom is Kyrgyzstan father is German) actress Karina Milavina

Age: 17

Mans name: Kalen Lehrer (mother is French and father is German)

Age: 22

Word Vomit #7

She can feel her stomach turning, butterflies rising into her throat. The click clack of her black boots turns the attention to her as she walks out into the group of men. Slowly all eyes are preying on her petite figure, and she silently curses herself for wearing such tight clothing. He stands at the corner of the bar, smoking a cigarette and staring down at the floor.

She forces a smile and pushes her way through the crowd, and he finally looks up, surprised. The corners of his lips turn up as he can't hide his smile forming. "Why are you here? For me?" He asks, puffing out smoke.

She waves a hand, breaking the cloud of smoke. "Am I crowding you here?"

"What do you mean?"

She looks up cautiously into his grey blue eyes. "I mean... Me being here, am I crowding you?"

"No...." He smiles again. "You left your friends to come over here?"

"Yeah but they were gossiping again, so it doesn't matter anyway," she lies. All she can really think about is how much taller he is than her. The height difference is endearing. She feels out of place in this part of the bar, but it doesn't matter, as long as she's with him.

To her shock, he slips his arm around her waist. "Well as long as you're here, I better pretend I'm your boyfriend or these douches might try to take you home." He laughed at his own joke as his hand touches her bare skin.

She looks up at him, blushing madly. For a moment she forgets that every man in the bar is staring at her, no, at them, and she wonders if he would make a good boyfriend. Sure, he's childish, a smoker, and a bit annoying at times, but he's stuck with her since they started. Plus he's handsome: tall, thin but with a strong build, blonde hair, blue grey eyes, and a smile that always seemed to mock her. She also loves the way his eyes would travel down her body whenever they saw each other, as if he were admiring her figure. Usually she would be disgusted if it were anyone else, but because it was him, she relished those moments.

"You're funny. But I'll trust that you won't let anyone take me home." She leans into his side, letting his hand slide further down to her bottom.

He puffs another cloud of smoke and replies quietly, not looking at her. "But, young lady, I cannot guarantee that I would stop myself from taking you home."

Her eyes widen and he laughs. "Nah I won't take you home, but seriously think I want to sometimes."

"I wouldn't object as fiercely as I would if it were someone else," she says teasingly.

"Really?" He shoves his cigarette into the ash tray on the table nearby. "I'm going to have to test this theory then." And with that he lifts her off the ground and carries her, shocked and laughing, out of the bar as many of the men give disapproving glances.

Word Vomit #5

They stood in the room completely alone. It had to be past five, and the evening was setting in. But for some reason, they were coincidentally still in the classroom.

 "What are you still doing here?" She asked cautiously. 

"Cleaning duty. What about you?" He smiled a twisted smile that made her think he was definitely not just here to clean.

"I had some work to finish up before going home," she answered, not looking him in the eye. She smiled at the floor.

He stepped closer to her. "Oh really, young lady?"

Her body felt frozen on the spot. "Yes, my good sir."

Walking closer he was now invading her personal space. "What should I do with you, hm?"

She peered up at him behind her bangs. "Oh I don't know...."

He stared down at her, six inches from her face. "We're all alone, you know?"

She smiled teasingly. "I know! What shall we do?"

He pulled her closer and she could feel his minty breath on her lips. "I could come up with a few things."

Unable to take the frustrating lust, she made the next move, kissing him slowly. He seemed surprised at first, but followed her rhythm as she pushed him into a nearby desk. "I bet you didn't expect this, did you?"

He again seemed taken by surprise, and after a short pause, he smiled. "No, I didn't. But now I'm sure we are in the same page."

He pushed her back on to the desk behind her and began kissing her neck. Shocked at his boldness, she surrendered to his touch as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

Biting her lip, she tilted her head back while he continued to caress her with his lips, down her chest. When her shirt was off, she pushed him away and began to unbutton his shirt quickly.

"Ha why won't you let me lead this?" He teased, grabbing both of her wrists to resist her touch.

She tilted her head to the side. "Maybe I should let you so you can feel important."

Surrendering, she allowed him to scoop her up and lay her gently on the cold classroom floor. 

Word Vomit #4

Flicking her eyes up to meet his, she felt the burning desire to look away. Her cheeks flushed the color into her pale skin. "What is it?" She asked, trying to read his teasing smile. It made her uncomfortable how he stared directly into her eyes when he answered. 

"I was just thinking that you smell very good..." He seemed serious. "Really, you smell very nice."

Although she heard him perfectly fine, she laughed dodging the compliment. "I thought you said I smell gross at first!" They both laughed.

He leaned forward on the edge of the table so his face was close to hers. Hm?

"You have very pretty eyes, you know," he said softly, not taking his eyes off of her wide brown eyes. "Your lashes are so long."

He inched closer. "Mascara?" She squeaked as his nose touched hers. She leaned forward into the kiss, mind scattering to remember to close her eyes. His lips were soft pressing against hers.

The kiss lasted only for a few seconds, but to her, it seemed like forever before he pulled back, grinning. She stared back at him, wide eyed. 

"You know, I'd wanted to do that since I met you," he said laughing. "I didn't think it would ever happen."

"Me neither..." Her voice trailed off as she turned away, trying to process the moment.

"Look, I'm sorry if that's not something you wanted," he said, getting up from the chair. 

She turned back to him, blushing furiously. "No, I'm stunned, but mostly afraid. But I did like it."

"Why are you afraid?"

"Because I wanted it for so long too." She tugged on his sleeve to stay with her. His eyes widened for a second, but then smiled as he sat back down.