Samantha De Yarman
Bio
They’re just words
I’m arranging in an order
And yet somehow
Nothing else is harder.
Achievements (1)
Stories (20/0)
Love
She’s in love with a boy who has fire on his head and stardust on his cheeks and eyes like the sun itself. A boy who is brilliant, kind, and too brave for his own good. And he’s in love with a girl whose laugh is the best song he’s ever heard, with wit sharp enough to cut glass and a sheet of spun gold on her head. A girl who is determined, passionate, and wiser than her years.
By Samantha De Yarmanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bean Steam
It’s the third day of her last term at Cambridge and Emily really, really wishes she had never decided to study biochemistry. It’s complicated, which she likes, and she’s just about done with her Masters Degree, which she also likes. Her job, as a nanny for her old head’s nieces, that she likes. It pays well enough and the girls are adorable. She even likes her sexist, sadistic professors, who grade her work twice as hard as anyone else, which makes her twice as good as anyone else, and she likes that she’s the top of her class despite it all.
By Samantha De Yarman3 years ago in Fiction
Never Let Go. Runner-Up in Unexpected Uncovering Challenge.
He hasn’t seen her, not really, since his brother’s wedding, over three years ago. Not that it’s either of their faults, with the war and her time trying to find her parents followed by his stint overseas for the shop. God, she’s fit. He doesn’t remember her being that fit. Of course, this is his sister’s wedding, so it might have something to do with that bridesmaid’s dress and the way it hugs her in all the right places. Or maybe it’s the way the setting sun catches in her hair – or the way her eyes sparkle in the twinkling lights that have come on as the sun left. Her grin is white and wide and happy, and her lips look soft and darker than they should be. He could have sworn he hated lipstick but now all he wants to do is test if the color on her lips is as long-lasting as she says it is.
By Samantha De Yarman3 years ago in Fiction
"Eyes Like The Afternoon Sun"
And if I was honest with myself, I would admit just how much I care about him. He stares at the page, eyebrows high upon his forehead. He shoots a glance her way. She is still wrapped up in reading his chapter of the week, pen tapping idly when not underlining passages or jotting notes. He turns back to the page before him.
By Samantha De Yarman3 years ago in Fiction
