wytherwings
Joined May 2009 and calls Misbehave home.
29 stories, 0 challenges, 27 comments, and 31 friends
I’m wytherwings, also known as Camille.
I’m so excited! I’ve missed ficlets and our whole family so much… it’s great to be back =]
I’m a proud member of the LoA, and with my buddy George, we are the Awesome Twins.
I like eating cold pizza for breakfast. And sleeping with wet hair. the sound of rain, and the smell of books. I like minty gum and red vines and candy canes. I like playing cards and dancing around to bands like Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head. I like singing to David Bowie and doodling on my jeans. I like to surprise people. Hi =]
Stories
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Stranger
When I was fourteen, like many other fourteen-year-olds, I started high school. In the most cliché way, I remember first stepping into that big, intimidating building, backpack on, math book in hand. I remember the way my tennis shoes squeaked on the ...
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Touch
Sensory Overload. Everything hurt. I had been the same… but it hadn’t hurt before. I hadn’t felt it before. My head was pounding, ears ringing, palms bleeding, legs shaking, feet throbbing, my whole body aching. Years of pain had been...
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Feel
I was running. I was running so hard- pumping my arms, my hands gripped in fists, nailings digging into my palms. Panting, lips dry, sweat dripping, legs aching, eyes squinting. It was dark, gray all around me, none of my surroundings registering, and ...
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Seashell
I have this seashell. It looks just ordinary, like any other seashell. It’s blueish and white, a little smaller than the palm of my hand. It’s got this goldish spot that shines sometimes, in just the right light. But that’s not why I ...
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Runaway
I’ve always liked the idea of running away. Leaving everything and becoming completely unknown. Starting over, surrounding yourself with unfamiliarity, exiting your problems with no explanation. It’s what I dream about sometimes, it’s...
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It's Like That
It’s like, right, when you’re six years old and you decide you’re going to be best friends, complete with a handshake and all? Hopeful. It’s like it was there immediately. And then it just… wasn’t. It’s like wh...
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On Writing and Painting and Homework
Every time I sit myself down to write, I get the urge to paint. I sit there, at my desk either with my pen in hand or with my hands on the keyboard, and stare in front of me. I try to come up with something beautiful in my head. And then, I get an itch...
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Pulse
I write and write and write and hate it and backspace and backspace and backspace over and over and over and none of it ever sounds right. I’ve got so many thoughts running through my head, but none of them clear. It’s like my mind is so in...
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I tried.
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The Perfect Balance
I’ve always been fascinated by perception. How the way one person sees everything is completely different from another person. How we can never even begin to imagine how different things are to someone else. But even with our completely different...
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That Song
It’s one of those songs. The kind that makes your heart melt a little. The kind that makes you kind of sad. The kind that makes you… wonder. The kind that makes you smile that small, sad smile. You know the one. It makes you wonder about bi...
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Back to the Car
We stood there for a couple seconds in the hug. I was trying to decide if it was awkward or sweet. I decided awkward and stepped away. “Ok well, this has been fun and all but I’m freezing.” He looked really dissappointed. I was a litt...
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I Didn't Know I Wasn't Happy
I sat down to try and write it out. I sat down to actually try and say something, anything, put it down into coherent words and sentences. Something I haven’t been able to do for a while now. I sat down and tried to figure out exactly what I was ...
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Fast-Forward
I blushed. I couldn’t help it… was it the alcohol or was I actually falling for this guy? As much as I hated to admit it… I was falling. I was falling hard. “That’s true. I kind of hate him less for bringing me to his stup...
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I want it
I so desperately want it to be me. I so desperately want to be the one you think about. Obsess over. Can’t get out of your head. The one of write about, dream about. The one you think of when you can’t sleep. It’s that vain feeling we...
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His Girlfriend
I must have been really drunk, because I actually agreed to go back in and dance with him. So we started dancing to a fast song, not really talking. It was kind of pointless to be talking anyways, you’d have to yell to be heard. Then a slow song ...
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Paint the Sky
Slow-motion Colors Lovers Let’s go be lovers, in a foreign country. Let’s forget that we ever had expectations, or obligations. Let’s be irresponsible and irrational, let’s forget about things like correct spelling and presentab...
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The Bottle
Some random senior at the party opened the door from the bedroom where we were hiding. He didn’t say anything, just handed us both beers, then left again. “What was up with that?” I asked. “They’re probably trying to get r...
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Just a Little Buzzed
“Psh, like I would dance with you” At that point I decided I should probably get off of him. So I struggled to stand back upright. It was harder than I thought. “Whoa, steady there” He reached out to help me. “Hey, I can d...
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The Spiral
I took the marker and started drawing a spiral. Nothing else, just a spiral. I kept drawing around and around and around and around. The red went on and on and on and on and on in one huge spiral, over and over and over. In circles, one big circle, I j...
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The Beginning
It happened to be exactly one year before, halfway through sophomore year. And it happened at a dance: “I can’t believe you got me to do this, Jason,” I wispered to him as we walked into the decorated gym. This night was going to suck...
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A Tale of Time
Time sighed as he looked down at the two teenagers arguing below him. He watched as the girl went from hugging the boy to slapping him, after he said something in her ear. He looked on as the boy blustered a protest, which the girl ignored as she walke...
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Maybe
Maybe sometimes you give me butterflies. Maybe sometimes you make me so, so happy and giddy I could smile on and on and on. Maybe you make me want to hug you, and never, ever let go. Maybe I really really want to tell you. Maybe I don’t know how....
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Souls of Rainbows
I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason. I don’t believe in fate, I don’t believe in destiny. I don’t believe that things are planned out in advance, and I don’t believe that we’re in control of anything...
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You Make Me Happy
You know what I like about us? There’s no bullshit. There’s none of that stupid strategizing, none of that ridiculous drama. How did I get so lucky? If it wasn’t for you, I think I would be kind of miserable right now. You keep me dow...
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Empty Space
The sky is overwhelming sometimes. How big it seems when you look up and realize that… it’s endless up there. Full of nothing. Endless and endless amounts of space. Can you comprehend that? Emptiness… emptiness that never ever ends. I...
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Burst
I think one day I’m just going to burst. One day, I’m just going to spill it all out. I’m going to tell you everything… before I can stop myself. I’m terrified of this day. Because… it’s going to screw everythi...
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Remember?
God, I just keep remembering. Do you ever remember? Do you smile as insanely as I do? It’s kind of driving me crazy, I need to know what you’re thinking. I want to know. Please. I… it’s just, real. I remember it all. It’s ...
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Time Again
It’s time. It’s time to do this again. Time to set fingers to keys, and remember how this works. I’ve almost forgotten how to do to this. I’ve almost forgotten what this meant. I’ve almost forgotten that gut feeling. IR...
