Desirable Love

Hey guys its Sabrina Black latly I've been feeling an interest doing a love piece. It's just a inspiration that I got from the feeling of love and having a desire. To be thristy for love or want it to last forever and ever. Love isn't what you see in Disney movies where the princess loses her slipper or gets locked in a tower with a beast. It's much more than a fairy tale it's more than words can describe.

"Desire" by PardonMyFate

Desire

When I look at you, I can see your soul. When I look through your eyes, I see a story full of untold pain. I see that I could heal you with my love. I will always be there, even when I’m gone.

You are my desire. You are a part of me that will never fade. You are my bridge and the fire within me. I know you will never leave in my dire need. You are my desire.

Every night, I look at the moon shining down, wondering if you are thinking of me. The stars tell an untold story of hope, life, and the future that no one can decipher. You are my desire.

The history we had still boils in my heart. Our love for each other is still there. Seeing you with someone else makes my see that I ended something so precious.

The sight raises a storm inside me—a storm of jealously, pain, and tears. Knowing that I gave you up makes me feel regret… You are my desire…

Memories pop up like fireworks and bring me smiles. Us laughing…joking…holding hands, being together always! Sometimes we must say goodbye, but I still remember you.

You are my desire. You will always be a part of me that will never fade…You are my bridge and the fire within me…I know you won’t leave me in my dire need...

You are my desire.

~Sabrina

APLIW



A New Strive

"Jesus Walks"

“Jesus walks!” says the preacher to the congregation in a giant room. “He walks among us, inside us. He is in your heart, if only you would let him in. Peace awaits those who give their lives to God! Salvation is for the good. Who among us is not good?”

“Me!” yells a man amongst the crowd. “And you! And you!” yells the man as he points to the crowd, the preacher, and everyone on scene. “We are all sinners, and God wants none of us! You believe you’ve given your heart to Him? Lies! All lies!”

“Blasphemy!” responds the preacher. “God is for all!”

“Do you call God a whore?” The man’s face distorts in disgust, and the congregation stares at the silent preacher.

“Both of you know nothing,” a woman speaks up from the back, and all lend their eyes. “There is no god. For what god would force us into lives so terrible? A world so disgusting? With preachers so base? You know nothing of your ‘god’ because it simply doesn’t exist.”

“Surely, you jest!” the man and preacher yell in unison.

“Then you all refuse to give up your lies…” The woman shakes her head with a laugh. “All of you!” she speaks to the congregation. “Come with me if you wish for the truth!” And the congregation follows suit. They reach the doors only slightly before I rise up.

“Stop!” I yell. “Don’t listen to them!” I plead. “Think for yourselves! Don’t take their lead! A God can surely exist. There’s no fiction in that. These Christians may have it wrong and right, dichotomies only ruin fact.” Confusion sweeps the congregation and the preacher, man, and woman glare in anger. “From my point of view, it exists away from all of us. It can be any one of us, though far from perfect we are! Just look at the stars and listen to your heart! You’ll understand if you can reason with logic…” Silence sweeps them all before a murmur erupts.

“Liar…” says one. “Fake…” says another. “What a mess…” cries out a third. “I’m tired this!” scream the rest.

“C’mon!” yells the woman. “Let’s leave this fake to his lies!” And all follow, including the man and preacher alike. Alone, I am left. My loneliness masks my hurt. In a world full of believers and non-believers alike, there’s nothing worse than a moderate.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Guarded

Hey guys it's Aulene!!! OK so I wrote this piece about a month or so ago. I had a friend; she was my best friend for two years then stopped talking to me with no warning or reason. Through writing this piece I realized that I didn't need her. I could stand alone without someone there to hold me up, and I didn't owe her anything.

She didn't own me.

I just had to stand up for myself.

I know you’ve probably had an experience like this.

Let me know what it was and how it ended.

Just remember, you are stronger than you think.

You just need to realize who is truly there for you.

Comment. I love you guys!!! Thanks!!! <3

Guarded

Take your guard down

It's more fun.

To live life on the edge

She told me to live a little

So I did.

I took down my wall

I lived!

Feeling as free and happy as  I could be

It felt so right

"Just in time" I said

Then it was gone

All my light and support

She left without a word

Leaving me stranded

With a-whole-lot of nothing

Nothing to help me up...

Nothing to keep me standing

So I try.

I try to stand and run

Knowing what I have lost

I bend to you no more

Why?

Why did you tell me to take it down?

You knew

You knew it would hurt

Two years of fun.

All to let me fall

Have a nice life

~ Aulene

~APLIW

I gave her my heart...

Good evening everyone!

Chris here, bringing you the first of Life In Fiction's new dramatic poetry readings. Although I'm the speaker on this one, you should definitely expect the rest of the crew to join in once their turns come around.

Enjoy!





Also don't forget to check out my first published novel, Memories of Autumn: Shattered Lies.

The entire, thrilling story about Alex Arlington's first bouts as a teenage slasher is now available for $15.99 at Createspace.com!

Need more information? Perfectly reasonable.

Just click over to Nuvola Nove Online right now to read more about the Memories of Autumn series.




Fate drives me.

~Chris

Missing Pieces

 Hey it's Sabrina Black. 


My inspiration for this piece comes from one of my closest companions that I have lived with for years. They have gone through entire life without a motherly figure. 


Mom in this story is caught up with addiction, loneliness, and forgetting those who are important to her (those who need her to see and hear the cries of her daughter wanting her back). Many people have gone through this in their lives. 


I hope you guys can relate. Just know that you don't give up and that she loves you.

"Missing Piece" by Una-Ros

                                                                      “Missing”

There’s a part of me that is left empty.

The one I needed most wasn't there.

You are so unaware of my existence.

You don’t want me;

you don’t need me,

but I need you to guide me.

You’ve missed all of my years and all of my tears.

I haven’t tasted your love,

your voice.

I’m missing your warmth,

your lullaby,

but I’ll never know what it’s like

‘cause you’re missing.

If I don’t have you in my life,

I might find myself with a jagged edge— 

All caught up in my darkness.

I feel abandoned and unloved by your motherly touch.

You disappear and get lost in your world.

You forget that I exist, do you remember me or I'm I  just a ghost?

Please don't let me be that child in the window

Waiting for a second chance

           waiting for love

           waiting for hope

You’ve missed all of my years,

all of my tears.

I’m lost without you.

I need your love,

your voice.

I’m missing your warmth,

your lullaby.

I’m missing you.

On the topic of love

Good evening everyone,

I come to you today as a humble, love-struck writer, knowing nothing. That's right, I claim complete and total ignorance. But, still, that's fine. Such ignorance is what led to this next piece.

“Courtesy”

Is it up to me to love all you are?

From your anger to your courtesy,

your perverseness to your jealousy.

There’s no clue on my behalf

As to how it’s come to this.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Love, we’ve been down this road before.

You left me slitting my wrists on the floor.

I’m not sure how to confront this

My mind can’t stop thinking.

Where the hell is this going?

I can’t think that you’d stop thinking of others

Or be more than stupid, friendly lovers.

I can’t stop these thoughts.

They show what I’ll never have.

And so I tell you the truth…

You withdraw all of your lovely charm.

Off goes the hated alarm.

I hate our connection,

But love you regardless.

Here’s to the future.

I’ll drink even if it won’t make you see

That your personality claims me.

Just don’t lose who you are.

That’s all I’ll ever ask for.

+++++++++

So what'd you think? Be sure to let me know. Monday brings another video from the Life In Fiction crew, so be prepared and get excited! Until then, you can preview my newly published book, Memories of Autumn: Shattered Lies, at Createspace.


Part One and Part Two are both currently available on the Amazon Kindle store. The full novel will be available in paperback and Kindle editions by Saturday evening, at the latest. 


More good things are on the way! Just keep checking back and reading Life In Fiction.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Forget You

"Alone in the Crowd" by DeadlyCase

Hey guys it's Aulene!!!! OK so some of you might recognize the first two lines. They are from an Aerosmith song. I was listening to that song earlier, and, when I heard those lines, I felt like I needed to write about it. At the beginning it was just about the song and writing, but it grew into something more. Right now I am not on good terms with my best friend of two years and it has been hard on me. Throughout writing this I realized that I was strong enough to stand without her and I didn't need someone who would hold me down.
Let me know your personal experience with this. Everyone has one. 
Thanks everyone for the support! <3

Forget you

I.

"I was crying when I met you"

"Now I'm trying to forget you"

  

I try so hard

To forget

Holding back is easy

Forgetting is hard 

I fall

Feeling my heart pound

Sobs choke me

Stopping my breath

I gasp, desperately searching for air

Feeling hot tears sear my cheeks

I cringe at the pain

Feeling the blood leave my body

Yet I fight

Fight for the right to live

I stand and face it

Face the fact that you're gone

A sharp pain hits my chest

I collapse, knowing it's the end

At that point I look up and say

"I don't need you"

II.

I jump up

In the safety of my own room

In confusion I search myself

Not finding a scratch

It was all a dream

With a hidden message

I can do it

I can stand on my own

I don't need you

I never did

Though now I am different

I stand taller

People all wonder

All question

"What happened?"

"Why did you change?"

I look at them

The questions filling their eyes

The answer is simple

Right in front of you

It's amazing how much a person can change,

When they realize they have no other choice.

~Aulene

~APLIW

Love is fragile

Hey guys I'm a new writer on the site. My writer name is Sabrina ; a fellow writer named Aulene told me about Life In Fiction, and I figured I'd give it a try. My story is in my writing, it tells how I think and feel about life, situations, and experiences that we sometimes overlook. I love to write (it's my passion to write what I feel inside). I hope you like my style of writing.
My inspiration for this piece comes from losing love for someone but realizing your friends love for you is more powerful than any kind of relationship.

"Love is fragile but friendship never cracks"

Love is fragile, but friendship never cracks in the foggy night. The tombstones glow in the night with their cold touch. Fear crawls on the bumps of my skin. A deep shiver within, but a tear I shed in sorrow.

My heart is a heavy stone weighing me down. In the darkness the shadows creep but a light, the way, the truth, and the life see me through. The feeling of dying has its ways of toying with one’s mind.

Love is something special, love is fragile, love manipulates with one’s mind. You lose people and make your heart stone. But somehow, someway, there is one that is with you.

The story leads to a little cancer girl; she lived her life to the fullest. She didn’t give up, but she was taken by it. When she died, her last words as she closed her eyes, she said, “Mommy I can see butterflies.”

That’s the way life is. Otherwise it has the same beginning but a different ending, unexpected and unplanned. It has its twists and turns. Don’t live with a sore broken heart. You are in trusting hands. Let them guide you through.

Love is fragile, but friendship never cracks.

~ Sabrina

APLIW

---

A message from Chris

Watch as I reveal some important news about the future of the blog and my new novella, Memories of Autumn: Shattered Lies.





Memories of Autumn: Shattered Lies reading/purchasing options


Paperback copy


EBook [digital copy] (Epub format). Adobe Digital Editions works perfectly as e-reader.


A Kindle edition also available.
(The Windows 8, PC, Android, and Google Chrome apps all work awesomely.)

Annie

Annie was her name...Her  life was so dull.
Her mother won't let her go anywhere. 
She feels trapped, but why? 
There was nothing to be trapped from...At least that’s what she thought.
Oh, you ask where her father is? 
Well after her mother came back from the hospital , the family knew that she wasn't herself. Annie's father later committed suicide. No one knew why exactly, but Annie did. It was her mother, her mother was insane.  
So where could she turn? Who could she run to?
Annie tried multiple times to escape from her mother’s tenacious grip . 
"Sweetheart, where are you!" Annie heard her mother say. 
Whenever she asked where she was you could suspect something unpleasant was about to happen. 
"Yes mother, here I am." 
"Ah darling, well don't you look lovely this morning." 
Annie just looked at her waiting for her mother to go berserk. 
She waited for only a few moments, that's all it took.
Her mother looked like she was about to pass out. Then she lifted her head back up. Annie wished she hadn't...because now her mother's eyes were not her own, and she looked at her with a menacing smile. One that gave Annie cold feet.  

My past

"Via Libre" by Elsilencio

Hey guys! It's Aulene!!! 

This piece I wrote about a week ago so it's pretty new. My mom passed away when I was in 7th grade, and I still have a lot of bottled up feelings about it. This is just a piece of my feelings. My mom was always asleep during my childhood so I didn't always have her there.

Please let me know what you think! <3

Thank you all!

My past

Not one to hide
But not one to be proud of

Pill after pill
She slept the day away
Missing all of my life
All of my achievements

Why?

She doesn't even remember it
Days with no food
Nights with no movement
Weeks with no memory

Everyday it's something else
Some new pain pill
Some weird side-effect

Where will I find her?

Will I find her in bed,
Or on the floor?

Who really knows
What the next day will bring

~Aulene
~APLIW

Just fuck it...

This is the last piece in the series of my latest inspiration. It's a small free-write that bleeds the truth trapped in my heart (however lame that sounds). 

What comes next shall be something bigger and better. This time next week, I'll have some pretty large news. So, until then, just kick back and enjoy all that is Life In Fiction.

“mindFUl;attaCKs”

“She steals my mind. Claws rake my eyes.” Please don’t call me “different.” For the words I say will fit yours one day—as long as you stay alive. Nonetheless, read the details between the lines. I’ve brought this pain for you each day for over two years. Can you see the pattern? Of course you can’t, because your eyes don’t see and your ears don’t want to hear me preach.

“Let God heal you. Live not for yourself.” I won’t claim anything different. Yet, I’m still not confident. There’s nothing in the air to suggest the effect such words will have on your life. Do you believe? I don’t believe you do. The topic’s too heavy. The truth’s too tight. And claiming that I see differently will only cause a fight.

“The final lines, they fall on deaf ears.” Of course! Haven’t you been listening? Not for me, but for you. There’s too much at risk if my rant becomes true. Still, you mustn’t stop and take me seriously. That is, unless you want more than this. More than that. More than what I can offer. Still, no, it doesn’t matter. “I’m just a fool playing the magician still.”

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Lesson

"Don't Look Back" by Heretichuman23

Hey guys! It's Aulene!!! This is an older piece I wrote about a year ago but the feelings remain true. I wrote this when I got in a fight with my little sister. I was so angry because she would always mess something up and ignore it and hope that others would fix her mistakes. I  go so mad, and I just wanted her to realize that it was okay to face her past and try to fix her mistakes. Everyone has made a mistake that they wish they could take back or fix to make it better. 
Leave a comment telling me your experience. I would love to hear your stories. 
Thank you for your support! <3

Lesson

It's not an insult

It's a lesson

To be heard

So listen

Listen to me

Let me show you.

There

Dying on the floor

That’s your past

Look what you did

Take it back!

Fix it!

But no

There you go

Gone

Running

Running from your problems

Growing up

Face the truth

The facts

Your mistakes

Stop running

You are fooling yourself

I can't open your mind

I can’t help you

Not until you bring your wall down

Only then, will you let me in.

APLIW

~Aulene~ 

Lonesome lies

"Loneliness" by H1lle

“COMforT;tRUth”

My feet climb stairs meant for gods.

Yet, I am nothing to worship.

This mind calls for theories beyond us.

Still, I have no real purpose.

“A shell of a man,” describes me too well.

Her lies tell an accurate tale.

Why must they still call me intelligent?

I’m no smarter than Romeo.

How can they still see light behind these eyes?

I call the sun my foe.

My world finds life as a true contradiction.

But they won’t let me die.

No! “Life” and love are praised in their eyes.

I still can’t understand why…

These fingers touch on a topic too soft.

But hearts are hard to me.

Both my eyes see a world that needs help.

Yet, they all want to be free.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Stop

"Nightmare Perspective" by alltelleringet

Hey guys it's Aulene!!! This is a brand new piece. I got the inspiration from this from one of my family members. They love to point fingers and pretent that everyone is against them and they won't just take a step back and look at it from our view. 

I know everyone has met someone like that, so comment and tell me your experience with someone like this. 

I love you guys! <3 

Thank you! :D

Stop

Just stop

Stop pretending

Stop playing the victim

And pretending the world is against you

It's not

It's just your view

You're stuck in one place

Bound by yourself

You have the opportunity

Yet you stand in your own way

Why?

To get that attention

That of which you crave

You desire

You topple over

Yet you feel no pain

It's just an act

Stop!

You're not the victim

And the world isn't against you

It's just your view

If only you could see

~Aulene

~APLIW