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@@Rubyjane

This is mine, I'm not very good at this kind of thing but here ya go. I hope it's not awful
Camie was curled up under a warm blanket on the couch at the house reading a book in the early morning hours. She heard a creaking coming from the stair hallway, Lukas, her boyfriend, poked his head through the door. “Morning Camie!! You’re up early… as normal. Can I join you?”
Camie grinned and patted the spot next to her while she closed her book. “Of course!” Lukas happily walked over to the couch and sat down next to Camie.
He tugged at the blanket. “Share?”
“Always.” Camie surrendered half the blanket, but Lukas pulled the rest off of her revealing Camie’s pajamas, an over sized t-shirt and huge sweatpants.
Lukas raised his eyebrows quizzically. “Um Camie, are you wearing my clothes?”
Camie tugged at the blanket, trying to cover the clothes that were so glaringly Lukas’. “Uh, no?”
“Cam that is not a question you should answer with another question.”
“No, these are definitely mine.” Camie blushed.
“Oh really?” Lukas got up and pulled Camie up with him. He picked her up, raising her above his head, revealing the extra twelve inches at the bottom of her pants. “How come your shirt is down to your knees and how come you have an extra foot of length on the bottom of your pants?” Lukas’ eyes were alight with laughter.
“Put me down.” demanded Camie.
“If I do, will you tell me whose clothes you have on?”
“Fine.” Camie relented. Lukas put her down and waited expectantly. Camie clasped her hands behind her back and looked at the ground, playing the part of a guilty child. “These may or may not be clothes that I stole out of your room.”
“Oh really? They only may or may not be?”
Camie sighed. “Yes they are yours. But they are so much cozier then mine, I just couldn’t help it.”
Lukas laughed. “You can borrow my pajamas anytime you want.”
Camie hugged him excitedly. “Thanks! Now do you want to read with me..?”
“Of course.” The couple sat down together and read the book enjoyably for the next couple of hours until Everleigh and Markus woke up

@@Rubyjane

This is mine, I'm not very good at this kind of thing but here ya go. I hope it's not awful…
Camie was curled up under a warm blanket on the couch at the house reading a book in the early morning hours. She heard a creaking coming from the stair hallway, Lukas, her boyfriend, poked his head through the door. “Morning Camie!! You’re up early… as normal. Can I join you?”
Camie grinned and patted the spot next to her while she closed her book. “Of course!” Lukas happily walked over to the couch and sat down next to Camie.
He tugged at the blanket. “Share?”
“Always.” Camie surrendered half the blanket, but Lukas pulled the rest off of her revealing Camie’s pajamas, an over sized t-shirt and huge sweatpants.
Lukas raised his eyebrows quizzically. “Um Camie, are you wearing my clothes?”
Camie tugged at the blanket, trying to cover the clothes that were so glaringly Lukas’. “Uh, no?”
“Cam that is not a question you should answer with another question.”
“No, these are definitely mine.” Camie blushed.
“Oh really?” Lukas got up and pulled Camie up with him. He picked her up, raising her above his head, revealing the extra twelve inches at the bottom of her pants. “How come your shirt is down to your knees and how come you have an extra foot of length on the bottom of your pants?” Lukas’ eyes were alight with laughter.
“Put me down.” demanded Camie.
“If I do, will you tell me whose clothes you have on?”
“Fine.” Camie relented. Lukas put her down and waited expectantly. Camie clasped her hands behind her back and looked at the ground, playing the part of a guilty child. “These may or may not be clothes that I stole out of your room.”
“Oh really? They only may or may not be?”
Camie sighed. “Yes they are yours. But they are so much cozier then mine, I just couldn’t help it.”
Lukas laughed. “You can borrow my pajamas anytime you want.”
Camie hugged him excitedly. “Thanks! Now do you want to read with me..?”
“Of course.” The couple sat down together and read the book enjoyably for the next couple of hours until Everleigh and Markus woke up

@blue_topaz

Here’s mine:

Griffin pulled Elaine closer to him, kissing the top of her head lovingly while she wriggled next to him, curling up with her head laying on his shoulder. He squeezed her lightly with one arm, resting the other one on the back of the couch. Elaine plonked a kiss on his nose, grinning. “Excited for tonight? It’s your big show!” Griffin brushed the hair out of her face. “As if I need reminding.”, he murmured. “Come on, you’ll do fine, you’re the best trapezist in the city!” Griffin smiled, laying his head in tip of hers. “Thanks, Lainey. Love you.”

(This is just a small excerpt)

@HadesKidatHeart

Reyna was walking out of school with a group of friends when she noticed that there was a lot of pointing and giggling going on at the exit to the school grounds. What could they possibly be so excited about" she wondered. As she crossed the threshold of the gates the object of everyone's attention hit her so hard she stopped short and stared in amazement and utter confusion.
What could he be doing here? What is he thinking? Why? Ah!
The boy, it was Liam, of course, was leaning against a tree as casual as day in the most strikingly not casual way at all. Dressed in black leather and stressed jeans with his black hair falling across his green eyes there was nothing less casual than him.
Then he spotted her, straightening up from his subtle lean he made to approach her, but before he could take another step she was striding, nearly sprinting past him. By the deftest of movements she grabbed his wrist and he reeled around to follow her down the street.
Finally, out of sight of the rest of the students she rounded on him and staring his right in the face with a deathly glare asked: "What on Earth do you think you are doing here?!"
"Oh, just that I heard there is a dance coming up and was wondering when you were going to ask me."
Reyna flushed and almost stumbled backwards, how could he have known? And who did this pompous rich boy from another city think he was showing up like this?
"Wha- What? How, how could you possible know about that?" was all she could bring herself to say, and even that was only a breathless murmur.
"Wayne's have their ways." he relied with a smirk.
"Well, I suppose if you'd rather I ask someone else…" he continued "who would you suggest?"
Her breath caught in her lungs and her hands clenched. In that moment Liam reached out and swung her around so her back pressed against the stone wall.
"So you don't want me to go with someone else?" he asked in a low whisper as he leaned closer and closer. So close she could feel his breathing. She didn't know what to do, so she kissed him. Reaching up on her tiptoes while pulling his face to hers Reyna took the action she had sworn never to take.

(I have never written one of these before, and I think I got a little sidetracked, sorry.)

@Burn_With_Me group

Hello, everyone! I'm really new here. I saw something recently that I wrote that I actually never finished (it's a work in progress), but I thought one scene of my project might fall into this "fluff" category. It's really long, but it was the shortest thing I could clip for it to still make any sense. I hope you don't mind!

I felt the eyes of everyone in the room staring at me as I walked over to Andy and knelt beside him. He was worse than I’d thought. A line of blood was slowly trickling down his right temple, his bottom lip was swollen, and he was slick with sweat. His eyes were still closed.
Ignoring the murmurs and whispers of the kids, I shook Andy’s shoulder gently, and his eyebrows furrowed.
His eyelids fluttered open, and when he saw me they widened. “Oh!” he said weakly. There was a pause. “Wha-what… what are you doing here? Is… is everyone gone? Am I dead?”
I smiled. “Nope. Still alive.”
Andy groaned. “Dang it…” he slurred.
Another pause. The students seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. The silence was broken by a stray bug flying into a wall.
“Come on,” I said finally. “Get up.” I stood, grabbed his shoulders, and lifted him up into a sitting position. From there I grabbed his hands and hauled him up in front of me. Immediately, he leaned on me for support, trying to balance himself by holding onto my shoulders.
We were nose-to-nose now, something I had only experienced once with a boy, and had not enjoyed in the slightest. But I found to my surprise that I wasn’t uncomfortable like this at all. Andy’s eyelids were flickering, and his chest was heaving. His breath was warm and smelled like the honey-milk my mom used to make for me when I got sick.
I felt a lump forming in my throat, but I swallowed it hurriedly and slipped my arm around Andy’s thin torso. “You can lean on me if you need to,” I said. “Here…” I pulled Andy’s arm over my shoulders, and let him lean against me.
Andy began to gather a little strength as we walked, and he was able to stumble by himself by time we reached my seat at the bleachers. He sat down on the lowest one and wearily rubbed his eyes.
Coach Clark abruptly blew into his whistle, and everyone jumped. “CLASS DISMISSED!” he hollered, and the kids were almost instantly out the door with their bags and drinks. The coach grabbed his things and left, and suddenly the place was still and silent.
Eventually, I sat down next to Andy and looked him over. He was holding his head in his hands, with his elbows propped up on his knees. His fingers were threaded into his hair, and his glasses were still askew. He groaned.
I pulled my bag next to me and rummaged through my books and pencils, hoping to come across a tissue or something. Fortunately, I found a couple of unused napkins in my lunch bag.
I turned to Andy. “Here,” I said, taking his hand from his cheek and wiping some of the sweat from his face. Andy’s other hand flopped across his knee, and he stared at me with an oddly blank expression on his face.
“What…?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
“You’re covered in sweat and blood,” I said matter-of-factly, dabbing gently at his lip. Then more softly, “Let me help you.”
Andy made a choking noise in his throat. “Oh…” he said at last, his voice thick. “O-okay.”
When I saw that he wasn’t going to protest if I touched him, I turned his face towards me and tenderly began to wipe away the blood from his temple. The cut looked like the skin must have split when that first ball hit him. It was a clean break and it was deep enough for it to still be bleeding.
“Wow,” I remarked, trying to sound casual. “You got yourself beaten up pretty badly, huh?”
Andy blinked. “I guess.”
I continued to wipe the napkin over his forehead and cheeks, mopping up the sweat. “Who was that guy anyway?” I asked finally. It came out harsher than I had intended, but Andy just sighed.
“His name’s Tom Murphy. He calls himself the king of the school, but I think he’s a—” he stopped himself. Apparently, he had equally strong opinions about him. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
I finished by straightening his glasses and putting the crumpled, sweaty napkins back into my paper bag. I could throw it away later.
“You good now?” I asked.
Andy shrugged carelessly, then winced. “Ow… yeah, I’m fine.” He rubbed his shoulder.
“You sure?” I asked skeptically, raising my eyebrows.
“I told you, I’m fine…” Andy said, and gave me a feeble grin. “I don’t need a second mum.” Then after a moment of thought, “but… thanks.” The way he said it sounded like the words were unfamiliar in his mouth.
“No problem,” I said. “But how often will I have to do this?”
Andy’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “How do you mean?”
I bit my lip. “Just… how often does Tom pick on you?”
“Um…” he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and staring at his hands.
I nudged him lightly. “I get it. Don’t sweat. Uhm,” I glanced at his slick forehead and damp shirt and gave an awkward cough. “No joke intended, sorry.”
Andy smiled, and I felt my stomach give a little flutter of pleasure. “No, that’s okay,” he said. “I do sweat a lot.” He pulled at his T-shirt, then let it fall back against his chest.
“At least you don’t smell,” I said playfully.
“Yeah, because I use a product fairly unknown to the males in my generation: deodorant,” Andy said sarcastically.
I laughed. “Hey, I’m not blaming you,” I said. “Those kids were working you pretty hard. You looked good before that Tom started throwing at you”
Andy wrinkled his nose. “Really?” He didn’t look very convinced.
I shrugged.

I hope you guys understood that! I would love some critique. Have a good one!

@HadesKidatHeart

It is really good! I would like to read the rest of it, because it is a little hard to tell what is going on/who the characters are without the background.

@HadesKidatHeart

He pulled me close, breathing in my scent, his breath brushing my neck and making the hairs stand on end. My mind froze, with him so close I couldn't think and didn't know what to do; so we stood there in silence for what felt like hours. Eyes closed, neither of us wanted to stir, for if would mean parting, for longer than either of us cared to consider. Slowly, unconsciously, tears started to stream down my face dropping to the ground with the lightest splash.
Garrett pulled back then, to examine my face. Bringing his hands to my cheeks he cupped my face and gently wiped away my tears. I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes, lest the tears blind me even further. 'How could this be happening to us? Why did we have to be separated so soon?' I thought in despair. The call to arms had not been a surprise, the conflict had been raging for months now, but it had seemed so far away I had never even considered that Garrett might be drafted.
Eventually he gently tilted my head so he could look into my eyes, his striking grey eyes were the color of storm clouds, and they were as clear as ever.
"Don't cry…I will return." came out of his mouth as a soft whisper, so light I could hardly hear it.
"Yes, I believe you." was my response, even though my heart beat in protest, 'I couldn't let him go! He couldn't leave me!'
Taking a step back he gave me a soft, sad smile that was full of sweetness and sorrow at the same time. Then, he turned to go.
Without thinking I reached out and pulled him into a kiss, wishing to keep him in my embrace forever. He kissed me back, and I could feel that he wished to stay as well, he was putting on a strong front for my sake, but he was a distraught as I. With reluctance I slowly released him, and he turned without a word and was gone.
(What do you guys think?)

@blue_topaz

Here's another of mine:

Calypso felt herself smile as Damian pulled her along the beach, her bare feet making traces in the sand. The silvery light of the moon rolled off the tranquil waves as they crashed against the surf, and the stars twinkled above them. "Here." Damian pulled himself up on a rocky outcropping, dipping his feet into the cool sea below. Calypso sat down next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder. She heard his breath catch, and she reached out, slipping her hand into his. He turned so that he could see her better, his eyes melting with something sweet and unfamiliar. She tilted her head upwards to look at him, tucking a strand of caramel hair behind her ear and steadying herself by laying a hand against his chest. "Your heart's beating faster.", she whispered. Damian pulled her closer, gently cupping her cheek with his hand and swiping his thumb across her cheekbone. She let out a tiny gasp, and his hand turned hers over so that his index and middle fingers were resting on the inside of her wrist. He smiled softly. "So's yours.", he murmured back, leaning a bit closer so that she felt his warm breath in her face. Calypso's mismatched eyes widened slightly, and he pressed his lips to her cheek gently.

(To be continued later…)

@Burn_With_Me group

@TopazWyrmlet~ thank you for the compliment! And @HadesKidatHeart, I would show you more, but I don't know how to show you without cluttering up this forum. I don't think anyone would be too pleased with that! Plus, I actually ditched this draft of the story a long time ago. However, if you like it that much, I would be delighted to show you some more of what I've written. Can you message on this site? Again, thanks for the compliments you guys! I'm just another girl trying to find her voice as a writer.