Look At Me
"look at me," his father ordered, and the boy's eyes snapped open to meet his father's glare. "look. at. me." the adult's bared teeth gleamed as bright as the anger in his eyes, primal lust as he fucked his boy, fucked his only son.
Looking Back
He never really liked looking back, anyway. he was always the type to look forward. he turned, and sat on the side of the bed, staring out at the window that was placed right there. he stared out at the other apartment right across from him.
Looking Back
He looked over at his shelf. there, amongst the miscellaneous photographs and books, was a large pink seashell. was it worth it...?
A Look Into the Past
I stretched and took a look at my surroundings, smiling when i saw the bathroom door. i took off my dirty jacket and shirt, laughing at my filthy form as i looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.
Just Looking
~zack <3 "oh, come on dude, it's just looking!" the orange tabby said from across the table, slapping the lynx's arm. "those jugs were huge, it'd be impossible not to look!"
Looking to the Future
He looked so tired and helpless that she couldn't find it in her to strike him. instead she snuggled up against him, ignoring the dirty looks from the older females.
Looking for job.
I opened my left eye, looking at him without moving anything but my left eyelid and pupil. - so, what does it say? - i asked.
looking back
#1 of poems looking back came a long way since that day wanting to run far far away every single day never look back looking to find my way i never stopped loving you even though i've changed every single day never look back looking to find
Just looking
Iel leaned forward and rubbed her head, tilting her chin up to look at him. "no need to be embarrassed or shy, it's alright lil sis. i've nothing to hide from you, i don't mind." "but you're...i..."
Look at it again
look at my face and see the play of the light that from heaven spills. i challenge you, i challenge all, i challenge those there before me. i ask you join me in the fall. as from the heart of hope i flee.
Looking for Trouble
"look at this. what did she do, douse herself in oil? fool. should have worried about her scent."
Not as Easy as it Looks
Ropes was standing in the middle of the hallway, head tilted back, looking right up at where fyr was kneeling, but with his eyes tightly closed.