It Catches My Heart In Its Hands Novels & Stories

As soon as I felt minion number 1 in my radius again, I let the cold fire squeeze around my heart. Before anyone could register it I leapt up and caught the wretched thing by her neck. I ripped into her jugular ignoring and somewhat even reveling in the burning sensation her blood left on my skin and tore her head clean off. More of the foul fishy smell lingering on me. I stuck my hand in her chest and also ripped her heart out for good measure before landing back in the ground. Her head falling and rolling a couple of feet away from us, her body falling limp straight down and her heart still in my hand. I looked at it, the greying fleshy glob with clear fluid and some dark pus around it bea

“I don’t…” The room tilts. The air seems to thicken, like time is thinking about slowing and can’t quite commit. Her breath hitches. She tries to stand, stubborn as always, but her knees buckle the second she straightens and she falls back into me. “Easy. I’ve got you,” I say as I catch her immediately. Of course I do, I’d catch her if the world ended. The glow in her hands pulses once, then twice, syncing to the rhythm of my heart. Goddess, I've never seen anything like it.

And thаt’ѕ whеn іt happened. Without brеаkіng еуе соntасt he рlасеd hіѕ mаѕѕіvе hаnd uр against mу heart. His hand ѕрrеаd оvеr my brеаѕt аѕ hе соnnесtеd with mе, but I соuld feel the thrоbbіng оf the blооd in his vеіnѕ mаtсh uр wіth the роundіng оf mу hеаrt. It wаѕ lіkе hе wаѕ tоuсhіng me from the inside; іt wаѕ bеаutіful.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Chapter Six I stand in front of the mirror, looking at this reflection that seems foreign to me. My hair, once neatly styled, now hangs in loose strands around my face. I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Elvis. His touch comes into my memory now, and it sends gooseflesh, remembering the thrill of holding his hand as he guided me into a world I never thought I could have.

I whispered because I sensed the edge and sadness in his voice as he spoke. He waved it aside and went over to pick up the paintbrush that he’d dropped when he’d rushed to come to embrace me. He placed the brush on the table and gestured to the paintings once more. “In those dreams, these are what I see also. In the darkness, a woman is stretching her hand out, offering to rescue me from it all. I wake up trembling and the only thing I can do is paint the hope of salvation.”

His bright green eyes were piercing through my soul and it felt like there's a gonna be storm raging behind those innocent yet strong green eyes of his. He slowly takes my hand and held it with his. His hand just held me, loosely. He stands closer and closer but as he comes closer to me my heart feels like it's jumping out from my chest. I want to wrap my arms around him, kiss him and tell him that I came here to see him.

I pull away and flash a big grin. “Irene!” Both of us turn around to see Nigel running towards us. Vicky and I look at each other with curious expressions and then back at him. “Here”, he says, trying to catch his breath. Seeing what’s in his hand, I gasp and snatch it away from him with unnecessary force- I mean, he was already handing it over to me, so I didn't necessarily have to snatch it -- but it’s my diary. He looks taken aback by my reaction and I feel guilty suddenly. “I’m sorry. I really, really am. It’s just…”

Lucas grabs her arm as soon as she drags her heavy feet. She sniffles turning around to gaze at the hook pulling her backward. Her eyes were filled with tears, she couldn't turn around to look him in the eye. Her lips quake. “I tried….I tried to let go but….m…. my past keeps haunting me. I can't be heartsease after discovering that pervert is euphoric after inflicting my whole existence.”

I said opening my eyes…I was barely audible and incoherent. And yet, there she was.. Her dark wavy hair cascading off her shoulders.. Her soft plump lips smiling at me, her eyes looking at me intensely. The magic of her presence, of her touch radiated fires of thousand suns striking every atom of my being .. I leaned into her hand feeling her soft palms on my face.. It cannot be.. “You are an illusion”, I said.. “Ask your heart” she said gently moving her hand onto my chest where my heart was beating as it will jump right out, right into her hands where it always belonged…