WritingRomance

They walked along the beach hand in hand, the setting sun casting a myriad of colors that cascaded along the sky. The waves lapped lightly along the shore, brushing against their bare feet while they strode along, sand leaving two pairs of footprints behind. "I hope you enjoyed your time here, Acretia." the nineteen year old male said, stopping in his tracks and turning to face her. He seemed like any other normal nineteen year old; tall, broad shouldered, with a trim and athletic body which had been achieved through healthy workouts and years of soccer. Brown hair and rectangular glasses made him seem quite average. "I did. Thank you so muc

Rou and Bou Special: Healthy Choices Handsome and pristine though he was, King Alasdair had believed he had put on a bit of weight particularly around the waist. Although he examined himself numerous times in the mirror and had found no fault but his hair, the noblewomen in the court had stated otherwise. The commander had assured him the bothersome women were only chirping to force him into reprimand and she had advised him to ignore them accordingly. The young king nodded and went to find one of his beloved cheese scones to comfort his pouting mouth when he realized the women at court were teasing his eat habits and not his slender hips.

'Reckon I can try?' I stared amusedly at him. 'You want to change James?' 'Sure, it shouldn't be that hard, right?' A blush turned into a fierce veil of red as Ron said, 'I should practice, don't you think?' James was in his arms before I could reply. Not that I was able to find words, anyway. 'All right, little man, let's see how it works.' 'Be careful,' I warned him as he removed the diaper, 'you don't want to be baptized by your godson.' 'What—' His godson laughed and waved fists when the yellow spring caught his godfather.

Bou and Rau: The Outing The Duchess of Marridon had determined that she would remain for another night in Frewyn's capital city if the hospitality of the young king would allow. The king had wholeheartedly agreed to her request and the Duchess asked that she be taken to the royal court in so that she may oversee the proceedings to feed her famished curiosity at the boredom that would ensue. Two and a half minutes was enough to kill her inquisitiveness on the matter and she begged for Commander MacDaede's immediate company to console her for the tedium that had befallen her. To give herself the appearance of a pompous and ill-pleased royal,

 It's still bright out as I slide into the passenger seat of my boyfriend's brand-new Subaru station wagon – just one of the many advantages of almost-summer. Daniel carefully shuts my door before making his way around to the driver's side, pretending that we're just co-workers carpooling home instead of boyfriend and girlfriend. This will be gone, though, by the time we make it to the freeway. Most people don't go out of their way to keep their relationships secret. Daniel and I are different, though. So many people will respond the wrong way if they ever find out that we're dating – my parents, first of all, and then my friends.

Not built of stone round temples grand where mighty Gods eternal stand, Nor in fine lines of poetry that capture His divinity; Not in a painting, nor a song, though in these arts such grace may throng; Not in the vaults of sacred halls where pious men to prayer are called, Nor in the vast and endless sky above the firmament espied; Not under rocks, nor in deep pools, in words of wise men, nor of fools; Not in the dark, nor light of day, nor in between where shadows play. I find my Heaven in your eyes where all of my own prayers reside.

Tumnus was worried. Something was wrong with Terence, and the faun had no idea what it was. Ever since Tumnus and Lucy made their love for each other known to the world, Terence hadn't been himself. Surely, it had been a great shock for the young man to find out his two best friends in Narnia were in love, but Tumnus began to suspect it might be more than that. Terence's lively smile had all but disappeared, and his once bright, youthful eyes were now dull and hopeless. He never made jokes anymore, and he barely touched his food at meals. He seemed hardly able to look Tumnus in the eye anymore, let alone talk to him anymore. But it was his b

You've touched me And now my skin burns My heart aches But I don't want to know your name