stardustcrazy
Sirens blaring, lights flashing. The sound pierces my eardrums, I awake wide eyed and at attention. "What's going on?" People shout outside my room, "what's happening?" Actually, I'm wondering the same thing...
Photo negatives tumble to the floor, I bump my arm into the tub of chemicals and curse my own clumsiness.
I eyed something purple poking out from her bag. Something purple... and feathery. "Ohhhh, no. No, no, no. There's no way I'm getting up there, and prancing around in a purple boa!"
"Oh come ooooon, Nancy! We need a brunette in our group!"
I've never been a real believer in that old saying, "good things come to those who wait." No, I've always been the type to wait for a minute or so, then lose my patience and find a way to get what I want faster.
I lie through the skin of my teeth, I'm so used to it now- being the compulsive liar that I am. It's so easy to tell a lie, and even easier to get people to believe you. People are idiots, they really are. I know that may seem harsh to you, but do you really disagree?
She'd never admit her true feelings for him. She'd rather die than do that. So she was perfectly content with simply admiring him from afar, dreaming about him and smiling his way. She knew though that he didn't even know she existed and that was fine with her.
I painted my nails carefully. I had a party to go to and I wanted to make sure every part of me was perfection. Like a painter holder her paintbrush I slathered coat upon coat onto my long nails. Watching the color deepen before my eyes. When I was finally satisfied- I blew at my hand and waved it about in the air.
The nail went through the skin easily. Like a knife through butter, really. He smiled sadistically, relishing his cries of pain. He knew it hurt, he wanted it to hurt more. So he took another nail and pounded it through the other man's skin.