Contest Winner Announced: Opposites Attract Attention

First of all, thank you to everyone who entered. There were some very good entries. Our contest winner was Venenum! Please read his short piece below! Honorable mention to Springtime_Unicorn who also had an amazing entry!

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Opposites Attract Attention by Venenum

She was seething, her chest heaving with the effort she was exerting trying to breathe through her

rage. Her teeth clicked together with an audible snap, her eyes narrowing menacingly. Her hands

curled into fists, her nails digging deeply into the palms of her hands and mostly likely creating small gouges. Her stance was both defensive and offensive – she leaned forward, yet she kept herself on guard.

He was entranced. He could see the passionate fire blazing in her eyes, lighting up like the sunrise

in the mornings. The blood rushing to her cheeks made her skin colour dangerously, but he loved

the thrill of her anger; it excited him, winding him up. But he was also terrified, scared that she was

about to pound in his face with her bare hands and leave him with nothing but pain. He watched her

tentatively, wary of making any sudden movements that would set her off.

Life hadn’t been like this until she came around. He hadn’t been reckless, and he definitely hadn’t

broken the rules. Before her, he had been a pushover. He was always bullied, and he hadn’t liked it,

but he had accepted it nonetheless. It was just the way things were. She was a whirlwind, rushing in without warning and messing up the perfect order.

Converting him had been much easier than she had imagined – he listened to everything she said

with a look of awe painted onto his face. His eyes were always wide, and he followed her around

like he would die if he had to try surviving without her for another moment. It had easily given her

a chance to change him, to mould him into the sculpture she wished him to be, like an artist when

given the right tools.

But her actions definitely had dire consequences. What had Newton once said – every action has a

reaction? Now, she wasn’t much of a physics student, but it was simple stuff. She couldn’t disagree

with Newton on his laws. She had been experiencing the ‘reactions’ much more lately, and they had

all become progressively violent and explosive. She always felt the hatred, the frustration, the anger,

building up at the base of her stomach. It grew rapidly, until she couldn’t keep it in, and she suddenly blew.

If anything scared her, it was this. The feeling of vulnerability within her violent state, the way she

screamed at him and he would take everything, even the physical blows, without batting an eyelid

at her behaviour. She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t good to be near her, and it definitely wasn’t

good to accept it. Sometimes she wanted him to fight back, to feel the strike of his hand on her face,

to know that he had a backbone. She knew he did, but he refused to act with it when he was around

her.

He gazed adoringly at her, a small smirk forming on his delectable lips. The edges curled up, and

she wanted nothing more than for him to stop and just touch her. After so many months of the

tension, she felt almost ready to break down. Her curled fists tensed by her sides, the skin around

her knuckles turning white. She slowly relaxed her teeth, opening her mouth to speak. She could

barely contain the volume of her voice, the one that willed her to scream as loud as she could, to

watch him cower beneath her.

“I didn’t think it would turn out like this,” she whispered desperately, turning her stare to the floor.

She could feel his eyes on the top of her head, burning into her like a fire. She took a shaky breath

and closed her eyes, releasing a little more tension from her body – her fists uncurled and lay flat

by her side. She knew how she looked. She looked defeated. And she was defeated, battered, and

bruised. “I just can’t keep my filthy fucking mouth shut.”

She heard the rustling of the chair beneath his body, and turned her head away a little more. Her

breath caught and she literally felt her heart stop when his lithe fingers gently took hold of her chin,

forcing her head to face him. She looked up at him and saw her reflection in those beautiful eyes.

She looked lost and forlorn.

“Trust in me,” he murmured softly. His gaze bore into hers, making her whole body tingle. “Don’t

pull away.”

“I’m just trying to keep it together,” she replied, her voice breaking painfully. “You can do better.”

Their lips melded together, like puzzle pieces that finally found their places in the jigsaw. Her hands

wound in his messy hair, tugging him toward her. His hands wrapped around her, holding her tightly by the waist, as if she would run at any second. They pulled apart, and she moved her body so she leant her head in the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent.

 Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

 Black to white.

 Obedience to defiance.

 Dark to light.

 Rage to love.

(inspired by Marianas Trench)