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  Daytime Stranger

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I know your face by moonlight, So you're a stranger by the sun. I know your heart by how you fight, So you're a stranger when the argument's done. Who are you at all When you're different in the spring Than you are in the fall? Are you a human? Are you anything? My da...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Snowmen in Another Life

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  Mud-brown sentinels, Snowmen in another life Guard fields I've never crossed That are nonetheless familiar. Ten year old chain-link, Three month old brick. A century old winter Coming to an end. Edge season. The snowmen haven't got heads. Have I got a head? Where's my h...
• Fiction > Romance
  The Storytellers

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  She was the sort of person life couldn't break, and I openly despised that. I made things tough for her because everything seemed to come so easily – she had great friends, a nice family, a nice house if memory served, and there were plenty of guys who'd fall all over themselves if she s...
• Fiction > Romance
  Acura

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I sit, tense, on the white leather couch in my apartment that's not really a home at all. I pull out the box, refusing the read the label, though I know what it says. I can't bring myself to accept it. The first photo is of a skinny eleven year old, looking awkward as can be. The sec...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Walking Storm

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I was a widow waiting on the shore, For my brave Navy Seal to come back once more. The storm clouds rolled in but I wouldn't leave you, Even when rain pellets made a wall, far from see-through. You returned and returned you did, With tales of adventure and treasure once hid. You were no...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Nothing, I Knew

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  You were nothing I knew, Unlike textbooks and English and Latin and Maths, Unlike dreams and hope and love. You couldn't be studied and you couldn't be felt, So, to me, you couldn't be defined. So, to me, you were Everything. Now, you're nothing I want, Unlike fresh line...
• Fiction > Romance
  Superman

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I see her from across the room. Hair like fire, even though it's black. Eyes like knives and kittens. She's a walking contradiction and I can't take my eyes off her. She gets up out of her armchair with clumsy grace and scampers while she glides up the stairs. As I follow, I drop m...
• Fiction > Romance
  Forgot to Laugh Book

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I'd never been much of a writer. You know I bombed every English class I had to take, and even my French teacher was unimpressed with my inability to string words together right. But then I met you, Mr. Writer, and I promised you I'd try to be more literate. I swore to you, and more so ...
• Fiction > Romance
  Grinchy

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  It's beginning to look a lot like a commercialized Christian holiday I shouldn't even be celebrating considering I don't believe in any of it. And hey, when I live on my own, I won't celebrate any of this bull – no Christmas, no Easter, no Halloween, none of it. “Grinchy,�...
• Fiction > Romance
  A Mountain's Peak

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I close my eyes sifting through the dirt with my hands. I'm looking for tracks, feeling primal, no matter what messages are sent by the pair of binoculars around my neck, and the useless cell phone in my pocket. My vision shifts, showing me another world. One that existed two weeks ago, befo...
• Fiction > Romance
  Cheese Snacks

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  “Ah, shoot,” I mumble. I try the door again, then search my pockets. Not that I'll find it. They don't make pants for girls with pockets big enough to put a key in, let alone lip gloss or a phone. Girl pockets suck. “Amen, sister,” I say, then shut up, realizing I'm talk...
• Fiction > Romance
  White Queen

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I slip my arm through the sleeve of my sweater, preparing for the frigid conditions of the Drama room. Drama always makes me laugh, so that's why it's the highlight of my day. Drama and Music, because I have this affinity for anything musical, and acting feels musical. There are beats and ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  The Lethal Flowers

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  His name was Dorsey Alfonso Rafael Florence Pepper Clinton-Oxley, and despite his long name, he was a simple man. It was simple the way he'd point and shoot and take down half an army single-handed. It was simple the way he was just as lethal unarmed as armed. He was a simple killer. Dorsey ...
• Fiction > Romance
  Warriors of Dance

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  I awkwardly open the door to the dance studio, and slip inside. I feel eyes on me while I try to find my way around. I find a coat closet, and take refuge there, cowering at the back by the mirror. I'm waiting for Freya, a girl I barely know who somehow convinced me to be her assistant while sh...
• Fiction > Romance
  Hot Chocolate

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  Dear Rory, Yes, this is a letter. A letter from me to you, typed and everything. I would have made it pink, but I ran out of pink paper. Just imagine it's pink. You know how I love to Elle Woods all my projects in class, so I figured the pink would be significant. So, now you'll be...
• Fiction > Romance
  Hemingway and Lipstick

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  She looks like a prep, cause why the hell not? She wears skirts and bows and polka dots, cause why the hell not? It's not like he's around anymore. Well, he is around. Just not like she wants him to be. And maybe she is spiteful. Maybe the wardrobe change was all about him. He never tol...
• Fiction > Romance
  Life-Long

  

  By Vanaheim, n/a, Canada

  We met young. I don't really remember when we met, because I was so young. At most, I was four. We were best friends as kids, and we both had those sweet, innocent, first grade crushes on each other. It was adorable. We were in the same class almost every year through grade school, but after th...