#exerpt

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  • hexlex 124w

    Expert from the book I will write one day.
    #actionstory
    #novel
    #exerpt
    #newwriter
    #mirakee

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    The obnoxious sound of the phone ringing broke, the upbeat sound of country music. Moaning in frustration Ryan closed his eyes focusing on the music. Willing the shrill sound, to be a figment of his imagination. Suddenly after what seemed like an eternity, the sound stopped. Will sign he sunk back into his pillow, stirring the cloud of marijuana hanging in the air. Letting the hazy feeling slide over him, the phone rang. Again.
    Whimpering in frustration he grabbed the phone.

    “What” came the short answer.
    “You are late.” A chilling voice replied.
    Click.
    That was it, the call was over.
    Ryan leaped out of bed running the bathroom towards the bathroom.

    Tarook... Tarook, where are you?” Ryan called as he ran through his room. Looking for his pet, not having time for this. He put Tarook’s food in his bowl. Then set about getting his clothes together. Rummaging through his shirts he suddenly fell back as a pile of shirts suddenly began to walk away.

    ” Dammit, Tarook.” Ryan muttered pulling the clothes off the rather large Komodo dragon. Who in shook his red, gold body, flicking his tongue in dislike of losing his pile of clothes. Ignoring the lizard Ryan returned to the task at hand. Swearing he suddenly remembered if he was late then so was Lex.

    “Lex... Leeex...LEX!” He yelled running around grabbing clothes. Pausing at his drawer he cocked his head slightly towards door. Listening for any sound Lex had heard his frantic yelling. However, per usual there was no sound and his calls went unheard, well more likely ignored. Muttering under his breath he stormed out his room door down the hall. Cracking the door open but not daring put his head inside.

    “ LEX GET UP, SHE SAID WE ARE LATE!” He slammed the door shut just as what he assumed was a pillow hit the other side.

    He turned and returned to getting ready muttering something about ignorant people.

    Shuffling down the steps adjusting the belt on his jeans. He nearly trips over the black panther sleeping at the bottom. Baring her large, white, teeth, the cat flashed her reddish, brown eyes at him in anger.

    ”Easy, Athena.” A low voice soothed from deeper in the hall.

  • stationaryobsession17 137w

    "I don't ever want to feel helpless again."


    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 141w

    "You don't fuck with the Regnantes',"


    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 148w

    “Just forget for a moment that you’re a Regnante, forget that this is the result of a Mafia Vendetta, and forget that you’re the heir, forget that society demands of you to remain stoic in such a moment. Forget all that, and just be Salvatore’s brother, be Serafina’s brother, be a son, be Marco. Be Marco because that is who you need to get through this.”

    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 149w

    “That’s a bias of yours,” Marco chuckled as he stirred the mixture in the pot. “You knew me as the Regnante heir not as Marco, you know my brother as the Mafia Boss and not as Salvatore. You know our Mafia persona’s, but I can assure you that if you were to just see us with our family, our loved ones, you’d find that we’re just as down-to-earth and human like any other.”

    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 150w

    "I don't want to be your rebound,"

    "you won't be my rebound," Marco cupped her face into his hands and admired the pale blue of her eyes, a soft smile playing across his lips as he felt the skin of her cheek beneath his thumb. "You're my next step forward,"

  • stationaryobsession17 150w

    "You're a Regnante. People fear you more than you fear them,"
    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 153w

    “You’re still emotionally healing and the brain is just as much an organ as the lungs, so give it time to heal, don’t hurt it any more than what it is going through,”
    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 153w

    “You don’t know what his life has been without you. You were his world, Tessa, his best friend, his confidante, and one day you’re just up and gone in his mind, for all you know. Maybe he’s not better off without you, maybe he’s worse off without you and misses you every single second of every single day, and maybe he’s just so angry all the time about how cruel the world is to take away the one thing that mattered the most to him. You can’t say that he’s better off without you Tessa, because you’re not better off without him, are you? So, what makes you think that he’s better off without you?”
    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 156w

    That very love left him sobbing at the pain that ignited through him, to feel like his chest was going to cave in and the only thing stopping it was the gasps he forced himself to take in between his tears, knowing, thinking…

    Loving her wasn’t supposed to hurt so much.  
    ©stationaryobsession17

  • yushmaayushma 160w

    "Why do you write?" He asked her out of nowhere looking into those copper brown eyes that reminded him of orange leaves and faded red barn. She grew hesitant to answer his questions first not knowing if he really wanted to know, but in very very soft voice she let her words out in whisper, 'I write for empty hearts, for those hauntingly cruel words that keeps us awake at night, for all those ghosted names eitched in our skin, the places and people that we have stopped visiting, for grey clouds and rainbow skies, for songs that makes us feel, for that one last dance in school corridors, stromy nights and for all the wonderful memories of last summer, love letters and first heart breaks, for farewells, for my childhood bestfrind who would steal mangoes for me, for smell after the rainfall and for distant city lights, for friends that stays and for beautiful words we remember for years, for apologies and raw confessions, late night deep talks and awkward smiles.I write for those gentle kisses on one November evening, for warm hugs, craving ice creams in the middle of the night, for love that fixes everything, for kindness, for breaded hairs and hysterical laughters. I write for small things, the ones that actually matters, I write because all these little things reminds me everyday of how beautiful and rare is it to be alive and to share the same sky with 7 billion hearts around the world."
    #writing #exerpt #art

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    Writing is an art

    ©yushmaayushma

  • stationaryobsession17 164w

    People just see that one person I killed and not the hundreds saved by that death. It doesn’t matter how much good I do, how loving and caring I may be, people are never going to see that, they just see the ruthless Mafia Boss who is a killing machine, and they’re not wrong, because I can be ruthless when provoked to it, but more often than not, my kills have a motive behind them but it doesn’t matter because in everyone’s eyes, I’m a murderer.”
    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 165w

    “Do you love me, Daniel?” Tessa looked up at him with bright round blue eyes and Daniel felt himself wanting to kiss her eyelids.

    “Yes, I do,” He nodded without a second’s hesitation. “I love you, Tessa Forbes,”

    “Love you, too,” She giggled and cuddled into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulled herself closer to him, closing her eyes to fall asleep.

    “But not in the way I love you,” He murmured into her hair, placing a kiss at the top of her head before settling down to sleep.
    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 189w

    "Looking towards Salvatore for confirmation, Nicole's eyebrows rose in surprise when he beckoned her towards him. Her initial hesitation disappeared at the sight of her mother’s scrutinising gaze. Swallowing, she made her way over to him, holding back a gasp when she felt him wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side as he intertwined their fingers together, and brought her left hand up to his lips as he placed a kiss on the back of her skin."

    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 194w

    "You have been hurting yourself for so long...Don't you think...it's time to forgive yourself. You're only human, Tesoro. And you're allowed to make mistakes.
    You are allowed to fall apart sometimes. You are allowed to hurt and feel pain too much. You are allowed to ache and get jealous or angry. But just...be easy on yourself, and allow yourself to grow. Let yourself learn. Just let yourself be.
    You're only human and sometimes we get upset with ourselves but then we have to forgive ourselves, too, don't we?"

    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 194w

    You might have chosen me
    over 7 billion people,
    but I chose you
    over my entire universe.
    I made you
    the centre of my world
    and I will do
    whatever it takes
    to be beside you

    ©stationaryobsession17

  • stationaryobsession17 200w

    Please...please, let me have a chance at happiness again. I'm tired of being miserable and angry and bitter and resenting all the time. I'm tired of who I've become. I'm just...tired of it all."

    ©stationaryobsession17

  • kinzafatima 201w

    Wood is only hard in relation to a soft skin, 
    The earth is only giant in relation to humans' eyes.
    This universe is only small in relation to a God's eyes, 
    Leaves are only lightweight in relation to air, 
    And again, 
    paper cuts are only hurtful in relation to a soft skin. 
    Omnipotent not what humans are, but significant what they really are. 
    If no eyes were made, the sun wouldn't emit light, 
    if no nerve ends were made the heat wouldn't forth hotness, 
    Nothing would be heavier or lighter if there were no muscles. 
    No emotions would evolve if there were no tear ducts. 
    Nothing would be hard if there were no soft skins, 
    two lips, one tongue.. so we can also hang our silence up in the air, at still and at equilibrium..and how it resonates to what you conceive in your mind, 
    Eat your ego, before termites eat you, 
    lift up the torn curtains of your blemished souls, 
    before your body is lift down in a funerary box. 

    ©KinzaFatima

  • kinzafatima 202w

    Wood is only hard in relation to a soft skin, 
    The earth is only giant in relation to humans' eyes.
    The universe is only small in relation to a God's eyes, 
    Leaves are only lightweight in relation to air, 
    And again, 
    paper cuts are only hurtful in relation to a soft skin. 
    Omnipotent not what humans are, but significant what they really are. 
    If no eyes were made, the sun wouldn't emit light, 
    if no nerve ends were made the heat wouldn't forth hotness, 
    Nothing would be heavier or lighter if there were no muscles. 
    No emotions would evolve if there were no tear ducts. 
    Nothing would be hard if there were no soft skins, 
    two lips, one tongue.. so we can also hang our silence up in the air, at still and at equilibrium. and how it resonates to what you conceive in your mind, 
    Eat your ego, before termites eat you, 
    lift up the torn curtains of your blemished souls, 
    before you lift down in a funerary box. 

    ©Kinza

  • stationaryobsession17 202w

    Mr. Regnante

    Arcangelo could have stared at her all day, the way she smiled or the way her eyes light up or the way she soaked in everything around her. It was all so different and new from what he had been surrounded by for all these years, that now...

    He realised...

    She was absolutely enthralling.

    ©stationaryobsession17