Chasing Away the Demons, Kayla Stiles [book club books .TXT] 📗

love you too much to ever hate you. Don’t you remember me telling you that, Angel Baby?” Olivia coos, using her fingers to lightly brush Damon’s long black hair out of his eyes.
     “Olivia, I’m so sorry for what I told you before. I’m sorry for ever leaving you. I thought it would be for the best but I was wrong. It only made me feel worse. Can you ever forgive me?” Damon suddenly says earnestly, practically begging for her to come back.
     Olivia pauses for a dramatic moment, and then leans in close to Damon so that their lips are only an inch apart, and she murmurs, “Of course I forgive you silly. I love you and that will never change.”
     “I-I love you too,” Damon whispers.
     “Sh,” Olivia says softly, putting a finger to Damon’s lips. “I know you do. Believe me, baby, I know you do.”
    Olivia then proceeds to softly press her lips to Damon’s as she laces her fingers between his and holds his hand tightly, reassuringly. These two found hope in their relationship and found that love of the most potent kind can and will be found in places if you only look hard enough.
School Day Miracles

School Day Miracles

11/5/10

     She comes to school, thinking it’s just going to be another depressing day. Suddenly, Jace texts her: I’m here.
     He’s at her school. She can’t wait for class to end, so she can see him. Her depression disappears down her emotional brae, as happiness and joy take its place. Class ends, she heads out.
     There Jace is. Hands in his pockets, leaning against the railing of the stairs. His arms open wide as she runs to him. He holds her tight, gently trailing his loving hands over her body. He seems to almost be studying her curves as a herbologist studies botany. The cacophony of all the students around her fades and disappears as his soft lips touch hers.
     He pulls her close and gently kisses her lips, her cheek, her neck. His hands lightly slide down her back, over her stomach.
     Before she knows it, lunch is over and she has to head to class again.
     “See you after school?” she whispers against his neck.
     He chuckles. “If that’s what you want.”
     As she says goodbye, she murmurs jokingly, “Don’t go being a braggart now, you hear?”
     He just laughs and pulls her close, kissing her sweetly. “Lord, I love you,” he whispers lovingly.
     She just smiles and whispers back, “Ditto.” As she heads back to class, his smell lingers around her. Thoughts of him race through her head at top speed and the memory of his sweet kiss resonates in her mind.
     She can’t wait to see him after school.

Utopia

Utopia

10/1/10

     A utopian society. Hmmm… That’s exactly what the marsupial had in his head. He interacted with everyone in his mental utopia, was accepted in the utopia, practically lived in this imaginary utopia in his head. He never wanted to leave his inner Heaven, for in the real world, he was a nobody. He was a proletarian jackalope (and yes they are so real! You don’t have evidence to prove me wrong aside from the word of biased scientists with no imagination. ^_^). He was always told that his way of thinking was wrong and that he was ugly as shit and stupid as fuck. Eventually, when his time came and he lay there sick in bed, he had become so apathetic from the hate of the world, that he no longer felt alive. The shine in his black jackalope eyes was gone, the spring in his hop no longer gave presence. Here he was, dying literally, when for so long he had been technically already dead inside.
     All that changed, though, when he truly did die, at the jackalope age of ninety-two. He awoke in a bright room, too bright and happy feeling to possibly be on earth. He was in Heaven. As he began to hop around and check things out, everyone around him greeted him like they were best buds. The place was so full of love and peace. His happiness and peace was no longer parochial, but unboundaried and free.

Imprint

Text: Kayla Stiles
Images: http://www.beautifulbodybistro.com/2011/08/09/the-poetry-of-inner-beauty/ ; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/557601997586146108/
Editing: Kayla Stiles
Publication Date: 06-26-2012

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book to a few people. My mother, Katherine, who's been there for me all my life. I also dedicate this to my family and friends who I consider family (You know who you are!). I love all of you. You are my family, and you've all helped me become who I am today in your own special ways. Thank you.