It was a lazy afternoon. The covers to her bed were scrunched up in the corner of her bed and he was lying across them so that his back arched to the form of the lump of bedding. He was looking down upon her from a top the mountain of sheets and pillows. He liked the way she stared out the window at some unknown interest. “I like the way the sun is ( Read more... )

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These are for my nonfiction writting class.
prompt: start by looking in a mirror. situate yourself in third person.

She has always been told she looks more like her mother than her father. Her mother has brown hair, brown eyes and a similar mischievous look. But there are many distinctions if you look close. Most people don’t. Her hair is a little lighter yellow than her mothers, and it curls up on the edges, twining around her earlobe and sweeping across her ( Read more... )

She looked in the mirror and saw that her hair was quite disheveled. Her hair hinted of a playful exploration of lips and skin from moments before. She recollected that her hair had the look of a guilty teenager, young and caught. Like if her father had walked into the room un expectantly, with her hands in her lap and the boy across the room, the ( Read more... )

my bones have been rattled. the only "in love" i have known ever in my life was nothing more than passing by about 400 miles away. and i was waiting for that 400 miles to become smaller. i was waiting. i was pretending. 400 miles was never going to be anything more than 400 miles. but there were times when i thought we were closer. when i thought ( Read more... )

Smoking. Between puffs of tobacco stained teeth, she spew the words, “It’s Private” onto the Taller One next to her. When my ease dropping gaze met the Taller One’s, she winked and nodded in the direction of the overbearing decrepit limousine that was paralleling up to the curb. I could almost hear what would have been the beeping noise of a semi ( Read more... )

mostly now i am dream of frustration.