pineapples

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Pineapples
I love reading and writing (obviously)
he/they, they/them preferred

"have I killed my thoughts right before their prime?
have I bit my tongue one too many times?
have I said it all the way I really meant to?"
~ben platt

Message from Writer

Refer to these pieces when you need more info on the LGBTQIAP+ community:
ON A-SPEC ERASURE:
https://bit.ly/2ZZ3wzD

On genders out of the binary of male and female:
https://bit.ly/3gMkJDl

Basic definitions of sexual orientations:
https://bit.ly/38Nn91w

On the difference between romantic and sexual attraction:
https://bit.ly/2DsW2xb

and they kissed in the silvery moonlight.

June 14, 2020

FREE WRITING

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and their dry lips touched for the very first time

he shivered in the cold sleet, his shirt tenting behind him as the icy wind harshly bit into the tender skin on his back.
small icicles were forming in his unkempt sandy yellow hair.
teeth chattering, the boy hunkered down into a ball as one particularly strong gust whipped a branch from a rain-drenched willow tree into his face. 
and he stared at the silver-white moon hanging in the cloudy night sky, illuminating the abandoned rusty play structure behind him. wishing. hoping for an angel to come save him.

chocolate brown and yellow-golden hair tangled in a windswept mess

he was alone in a dimly lit kitchen, tiptoeing out of bed for a walk in the rain. 
sitting next to the sliding glass door in the back of the house, hearing the persistent downpour of rain. 
watching the luminous full moon, half obscured by a dark billowy cloud. 
he reached up, slid open the door, and hesitantly took a step into the backyard, barefoot, and dressed in tattered old t-shirt.

reaching, gazing into each others' eyes. 

the hope of warmth, the hope of shelter, was gone.
chilled to the bone from the icy onslaught of pouring rain, he gave up. 
and he closed his tired eyes.
the wind swept dirt and branches and stones and mud across his face, mercilessly covering him.

they embraced, grateful and content

he saw a boy.
shivering and almost completely camouflaged in the muddy earth.
their eyes met
and the chemistry was instant.

and they fell in love

it was love at first sight. 
his savior.
his angel.

once more.
something about short stories just wants to be in lowercase. i cannot explain it. 
honestly, i'm really usually not a lowercase prose kind of person, but the vibe just felt right this time. i don't know why...

not quite sure what this is, but.... here ya go.

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4 Comments
  • sunny.v

    aw, this is so so sweet! your storytelling is a right delight to read. what a pleasure. awesome work,


    6 months ago
  • Jasmine khawar

    So incredible, beautifully written <3


    6 months ago
  • pineapples

    aw thanks, that's so sweet!
    this like, means A Lot :)


    6 months ago
  • joella

    your imagery is just *chef's kiss*


    6 months ago