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Creative Writing Love

Questions

Is it true that unions end because one person loves a little bit less?

But what happens if I told you that I am willing to love you a little bit more than your little bit less?

A few years down the line, would you still give me a smile that your lips promised to only share with me?

Will your voice still have that curious inflection when you whisper words that mean nothing yet mean so much?

Can I take your lips with my tongue and make them mine to do or to die?

We should start this journey together, and so, a question: Will you join me for coffee tonight?

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Creative Writing Love

Algo

I saw you on my Samsung screen.

I swiped right.

You swiped left.

You didn’t want to see me.

Algorithms don’t care about us.

The algorithms don’t care about me loving you.

That’s why I went and held someone else’s lips with mine.

Yesterday’s pleasure, which was designed to forget you, was supposed to be a happy memory.

Yesterday’s pleasure is my regret today.

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Creative Writing Horror

3 Months

It wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.

It was because she was hiding something from me.

I pry her lips open with my tongue.

I wish it tasted like him.

I taste guilt.

Her breath smells sour like betrayal.

That’s when she says: I’ve slept with someone else.

I ask: For how long?

She murmurs: 3 months.

I bite her lips, because I want to giggle.

A 3 year marriage is supposed to end over a 3-month affair?

The joke’s on her.

She was always just a one night stand.

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Creative Writing Love

Smile

Why did you have to look at her like that?

Was I wrong to think that your eyes were only for me?

Is this how this love ends?

Why offer up that smile? 

How many more secret smiles do you offer others when you promised (over a kiss) that your smiles only belong to me?

Have you grown tired of smiling at me the way you used to since we exchanged our hearts on that night? 

When I hold your hand, it’s not because I was saying Good-Bye. It was because I want to say that I’ll never leave you.

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Creative Writing Horror

Thought

John wanted to talk about Jim and him, and so he tried to part Jim’s hair with his gentle fingertips.

But Jim parted his teeth instead. Today, the upper cut dislodged a tooth and a thought. One went sliding down John’s shirt while the other flew upwards.

Choking with John’s hands on his throat, Jim knew this fact: When John hits me, I know that he loves me, because he finally sees me.

The cat, which wasn’t part of this conversation, could only look on in alarm. The poor thing sniffed at the thought that was lying sprawled in shock and agony.

The thought was a whisper: One has to finish the other one off. I rather it be me, my love.The cat sniffed tuna and waddled nonchalantly towards the kitchen. It wagged its tail and emitted a purposeful thought: Stories about love need to be eternal, don’t you think? Just like this one where killing is part of the plot.

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Creative Writing Love

Wonder

I wonder if our love will grow stale once you grow and prosper in life. I wonder if all this effort will be in vain. Do you wonder the same?


Can you still love a smooth face that has given way to wrinkles and the shame of time?


Will you still care for the person whose head is adorned by the greys and whites of hopelessness and frailty?


Could you possibly kiss the lips of that one person who once remembered your birthdays throughout the years, but now forgets as he stumbles and falls in weakness?


I wonder if the whispers of I Love You will be forgotten — just an echo now, which Time has chosen to forget too.


Tell me — Do you wonder the same?

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Creative Writing Love

Chocolate Cake With Rainbow Sprinkles

Is yours a sad love story like mine?

Mine took place on a Tuesday.

You see, he never came back.

It wasn’t someone else’s hand he left mine for.

I wish it was.

His birthday was in September.

I still bake a cake every year.

But he’ll never get to eat chocolate cake again.

I’ll never be able to lick his lips with a tongue freckled with sprinkles.

That day was his birthday.

That day he walked away for good.

That day 20 years ago.

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Creative Writing Love

Loneliness

The truth came out when he didn’t answer the phone.

The gaps between rings stretched out just like the distance between us.

It started out as a love story and ended with the grin of horror.

Now I’m left with a cup of coffee and a blanket of loneliness.

A loneliness that he used to uncover whenever he came home.