coroxn
Is that all you have, trophy? This is the third time in a row I've been asked to write something about trophies. It's not amusing, it's annoying, and I fear I shan't be giving this site any more attention, I mean seriously, why? Is it a daily word thing, or am i just unlucky? Argh...And you can write as much as you like after the 60 seconds, too, which makes no sense! Laa!
Trophy. That's what he was. A corpse dressed up as a wax dummy, for the curator of this museum was cruel. He couldn't move, or breath, he was just suffocated in the blank confines of the corner. A man looked at him, and commented on how lifelike he looked. He tried to motion for help, but was totally still.
She was all dalled up. Beautiful, glamerous, and shallow. All these people here saw here as a trophy, just another thing her husband had one, just another prize for the mantle piece. It had been a whirlwind thing, and soon they were engaged and she was in love. But he wasn't, no, he never could be, and she was trapped, doomed to be a trophy forever.