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The Stalker (2010)The Stalker
By Gabrielle Coppola
(Word count: 3301)
Didn't want to leave you with the wrong impression
Oh man. There he is again.
His dark clothes made him fit right in at the shadowy end of the book cases. I found it a little cliché that a guy like him liked to stay in the dark. He wasn't scared of it, because he knew that was the creepiest thing in it.
He wasn't looking at me this time. He was looking hard at the spines on the books. Too hard. I refocused my eyes on the poster that told you which section that aisle was. Home and Gardening. He didn't even own any plants. His place was darker than those shady book cases. He had thick curtains which he never opened. There was also a faint smell of dampness. Just like a cave. He lived in it alone.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to reading the second volume in the Anita Blake series. It was usually best to ignore him. To act like I didn't even see him lurking. Pretend to be busy. That way he didn't talk to me. Most
By Gabrielle Coppola
"The nature of your injury is... well... put it this way; now you might have the opportunity to pursue other dreams, ones that you might have sidelined for this," he took his reading glasses off and tucked them into the breast pocket of his scrubs.
"No, you don't understand, Aurora was the dream. Dancing was always ever the only dream." It was hard to say if it was the shock or the after effects of the anaesthesia, but the room wouldn't stop swaying and spinning.
"Not any more, I'm afraid. It will take at least six months before the tissue heals and you'll be able to walk on it again. I really don't think that dancing professionally is on the cards now. I'm sorry. We did the best we could."
I reached for the puke cup. But my mouth wasn't sour from that. I'd been sabotaged.
Everything was spinning, spinning. Except that it was me. I was spinning. Dancing. I was beautiful, always graceful. But no one ever really told you that you were good enough. The
by deliberately concentrating
and inhaling contents
can be harmful
by deliberately concealing
and then using contents
can be hurtful
by mistakenly opening
and leaving contents out
can be careless
Keep out of reach
of small children.
I Was Loved Once (2010)I Was Loved Once
In an inexplicable mess
Too many pillows
Is gone now
Succeeded by a relic of moments long ended
A plush dog
Unconditionally guarding my private territory
This soldier is decorated
The salty pulp
Of a freshly squeezed heart
Be more careful
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