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The Muse knocked on my door

Yes, today I am again a little creative and have written this short text.
I do not say much now. Read it easy and leave comments;)


Tenderly she touched him, held him firmly on both sides. He felt the heat rising within him, the warmth that he felt whenever he was with her. He knew that they had no future together, that it is only exploited. He had resigned. He enjoyed the few minutes they daily had. This feeling of being used was certainly not beautiful. But her gentle touch to feel to be ... It was worth it.
you had to feel the heat rising, as she turned from him to open the window. He wanted to say something, but he remained silent and watched her angelic steps. Now they
was again before him and smiled. Whether she smiled at him, or this is just a reaction to the television, was the running in the background, he did not know it.
She touched him on his left arm too short and pulled him closer to himself. He could not hold back any longer. He felt hot liquid spurted out of him. Would equal it will be over. He was so incredibly hot, the white liquid rose continually in him. and she watched him spellbound with her beautiful blue eyes.
He enjoyed the last few seconds with her, felt her hands again. With a deft movement she freed him from his hot, white liquid.
The cool washcloth slipped through their hands and on his black skin, slowly cooled.
It was over. She would always make it as clean. They always did. It was part of her daily ritual. Like every day she would leave him then just stand. Alone with his feelings for her, he probably can never put into words would. He loved her, he knew. Even though he knew she would never feel for him.
you would still use it daily, touch it, leave again. Until he would become a burden. And at some point they would throw him if he had retired. If they had found someone new. It made him so very sad.
because he was just a pot and she needed just hot milk. No more, no less.

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Merry Christmas everyone!

I wish you all a Merry Christmas!
Have not written anything touching side tonight. Do not ask me how I come to such bullshit, let's just say I was very inspired ;-) Bizarre and bloody, the way you like to have it. If you film. Maybe I'll write another version. We'll see.


Here they stood under the mistletoe. It was the cliche but in this moment, it did not care. He moved towards her and bent down slowly to her. Was that one of those moments that you otherwise only known from movies?
She could feel her heart beat faster and faster. "My heart beats to the neck." She whispered. He smiled. "This is quite normal." She clutched at his throat. "No, seriously, my heart ..." She felt something slowly crept up her neck. "As long as It you do not jumping out of his mouth ... "he joked and watched amused as they began to cough.
"This is not funny! Something is wrong! "She gasped and fell to the ground. She choked, anything you fired the air. Liquid shot straight from her mouth onto the carpet. To her horror, it was blood.
Now he was restless. He had counted on each reaction. But certainly not that. Again choked and coughed them, a gush of blood from her mouth and shot landed a dark mass with a thud on the carpet. The mass was moving, suggested in a regular rhythm. "What the ... .!?!" he began. She drew back a little. Since it was
. Your heart. Outside of her body. Bizarre.
"Um ... How do you feel? You all right? "He asked. Something much better him not. She put her head slightly askew, looking up at him. "Pretty good actually. A little dizzy, obviously because of the loss of blood. "She tapped his index finger against her heart. "And now," she said this. "I mean, we should call a doctor?" "It's your heart, you tell me." She raised her heart to the ground. "Well, but because of you I've lost my heart, so really it's your fault." "Oh, do not look as if not you would have wanted," he grinned.
She rolled a bit irritated eyes and walked past him into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He asked and followed. "It's been dropped, I'm clean." They dug a sieve out of the closet, got into a bloody heart and held it under the cold water from the tap. He appeared close behind her. The heart beat faster in the sink. Again he had to grin: "Interesting ..." She blushed. "Um ... Well ... That's only because of the cold water." "Yes ... of course. The water. "
Any normal person would be turned over at the sight of a human, heart beating in the sink, had begun to . Cry But the two apparently saw it as totally normal. Could happen again.
"Whether I should just swallow again," she asked, fascinated looking at the red meat crowd. "It is quite large. Maybe you choke in the attempt. Or do you bite on it by accident and kill yourself but also it lands in the stomach, if you runterschluckst. As yet but it should not go. "He warned. "You're right, that would be rather suboptimal. Hmmm ... I have a better idea ... "She reached in to get to the top kitchen shelf approach. She pulled a white tupperware box with a blue lid off the shelf. "You do not mean such ? One uppern "he asked incredulously. "Do you have a better idea? It seems a shame to not obvious that it is not in my body and also holds Tupperware's all fresh, or not? If not, I'll sue the company. "She put it in the can and closed it with the lid. Then she handed him the can ". Here," "What do I do with it" "You know that I always lose everything?. With you it would be better "
She pressed the can with the beating heart in his hand and whispered close to his ear." My heart now belongs to you "