thesunshinelady
A flickering light bulb in a cellar that stank of rat shit was the only bright thing in the prisoner's life. Literally and figuratively. The prisoner had lost hope that he would be let out, and he had forgotten all his good memories due to being trapped in the same stinking cellar every fucking day.
Intersection. A word normally connected to roads and cars. To a romantic, an intersection meant two people meeting at a single point in their lives. Who knows what could happen with an intersection?
It was a severe injury they said. Lying on the hospital bed, I was thinking, "What makes an injury severe? The level of disgust on people's faces? Don't all injuries amount to pain?"
The CEO has everything. The money, the respect, friends, and a wife. He still felt empty for the only thing he could trust was the money.
The audience was waiting for the movie. In the meantime, they were texting, and eating popcorn except for one couple in the back row. They were making out, and when the trailers stopped running and the movie started playing, they didn't even notice. They were too caught up in each other, more willing to stare into each other's eyes than at the screen.
"It's a classic." A statement we say about movies which we think will last forever. But do they really? Do we believe that something will last forever? We can never know anything about forever. A movie from the 1940 is still seen now, but what about the future generations who have different tastes, and different forms of entertainment? Would they still be willing to classify it as a classic- as a forever?
There was an unwritten policy that stated, "Thou shall like cupcakes." Since it was unwritten, no one believed it. Some people disliked cupcakes, and others were neutral. Yet there were ones who knew in their hearts that cupcakes should be liked, and following those orders, they liked cupcakes.
I almost had you. I was sure of it. There was this look in your eyes, and a smile hanging on the edge of your lips. Your hands were reaching for mine, yet stopped halfway. Why was that? I wanted you. I thought you wanted me too. Fate wanted to keep us apart though.
"That's what you think of me? Cheap?" She spits out her gum, not caring that it hit the body of a black cat living in the alleyway. "You know what I give you? Happiness." She walks away, red high heels going click-clack-click-clack. He knows that she is right. He also knows it's immoral.
A Santa claus keychain in her pencilcase. Why is it even there? It should be on a zipper or a set of keys. All of the zippers/keys she has already have keychains though and she couldn't bear to throw this away. It reminded her of so much. Of that one day where she was happy. Where she was with her, and nobody else for the majority of the time.
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