M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 104
December 6, 2019
Winter Tales – Warmth
“Remind me why we agreed to this?” Matthias says, snuggling closer to Max for warmth.
Max nudges back, lifting then wrapping his arm around Matthias’ shoulders before kissing his temple. “Because. Your brother wanted to see the Christmas lights switched on.”
“In the rain?”
“Hey. I didn’t say he had any sense. Where is he, anyway?”
Max squeezes him closer, leaning in as he points him out across the square. “Looks like he’s making friends.”
“That’s Cassie,” Matthias replies, smiling as he...
December 5, 2019
Hologram
I am projecting emptiness.
Hollow wall, that you knock and hear echo.
Dusty floor that leaves the trails of ghosts.
Rusted gates that are fused forever closed.
Door with lock that long forgot key.
My emptiness is mere hologram.
It isn’t any more truth than it is substance,
Just armour I wear to survive the shrapnel of day.
Because inside, inside I’m screaming fullness,
Bursting like ripe summer berries of feelings,
Bleeding peach juice tears down sticky wrists,
Neglected bathtub left to...
Winter Tales – Hibernate
“Guess what?” Max says as he crawls back into bed, tucking himself up behind Matthias’ knees.
“What? And you’re freezing,” Matthias adds, shuddering when he snuggles up closer, feeling like he’s seeping away all his warmth.
“It’s snowing.”
“Already?”
“Like really, really big flakes.”
“Is it settling?” Matthias asks, slotting his fingers through Max’s and groaning when he presses his cold feet against his own.
“It is. Good few inches already.”
Matthias snorts into his pillow and drags Max’s...
December 4, 2019
As Nature Intended
When you first learn that you are an Omega, you learn all sorts of things you never imagined you would need to know when you were growing up. The essentials: Heat suppressants, scent masking, how to handle an Alpha that is scenting you, and of course, the laws that are in place to protect you, in a society that is accepting and progressive, yet still has elements of its attitudes stuck firmly in the past. You also learn that through no fault of your own, or conscious effort, it is possible...
December 3, 2019
For Granted
We are the choices we make.
Fear of the unknown keeps us steeped in the
Staleness of familiar routine,
Keeps us running from possibilities or what might have been.
But that is the chance we take.
To not learn lessons the first time round
Is understandable, part of growing and
Learning to be who we can be,
But a second missed chance is more than missed opportunity.
It is a problem compound.
A kind person remains kind for so long,
But how many rejections and dismissals do
You think it might...
Winter Tales – Bored
Matthias is bored.
He got home at six after a particularly difficult boiler replacement, heating up the leftovers Max had brought him home from work. He shouldn’t be bored, not really, not when it’s been such a long day. But he’d been looking forward to an evening with his husband here on the couch, and from the sounds of things he’ll probably be alone all evening. He pouts, because he can, because there is no one to tease him for doing it.
Matthias waits another hour and decides he can’t...
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…I know I don’t say a lot on here so as a result don’t get many comments but… when and how did I turn my notifications off so I stop knowing I have comments? What button did I press?! Argh
December 2, 2019
I Am You, And You Are Me
The crackle of the record player with every spin of the disc hissing in the background, the muted orange lighting that bathes skin with a night time glow. Socked toes, catching on the tug of the cream carpet pile with every turn, the brush of cotton beneath fingertips, the feel of fingers spread low around a waist.
Soft hair from a bent head brushing over an already bare shoulder. Shirt buttons against skin with every exhale. Breath, calm, steadier than the heart thudding beneath bare chest...
Winter Tales – Sniffle
Hello! Throughout December there will be a series of stories based on these words. Happy reading!
When Matthias sneezes, Max’s head comes up from the book he’s reading comically slow.
“You’re not sick, are you?” he asks, reaching out to squeeze his leg where they’re both sprawled out on opposite ends of the couch indulging in a quiet afternoon.
“No, no. Just a sniffle.”
“This is what happens when you don’t wear a jacket to work,” Max tells him, reproach in every word.
Matthias grins as he...
December 1, 2019
Voice
So how am I supposed to tell the difference
Between the You stood before me,
And the You that’s in my head?
The one in here is cruel, and taunting,
Showing me the Not Me, the Instead,
The You’re Not Good Enough.
The fears that resonate most true.
Why does the voice that hates me most
Have to be the embodiment of you?
