i'm leaving you for the last time baby, you think you're loving but you don't love me
Something a little different today. I'm sure you all know I enjoy writing though I barely write anything of worth, or just don't write. But today I'm actually going to share a little something I wrote, just on the basis it's pointless to never share anything. I don't think I'm a good writer but I enjoy doing it and maybe one of the three people who read my journal will enjoy it! It's short but I like it.
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Stranded
The echo of the clock’s second hand loudly rang through the emptiness. The bright neon lights making it forgivable to think that it might actually be daytime but this comfort was only given to forget the vast darkness outside. The walls were damp and rotten and the smell was horrible. The stink of wetness, dirt and even a faint waft of urine made this place unbearable. And yet there she was. Sat there, neatly, in the moulded plastic chair.
Not by choice of course. She didn't mean to end up here. But here she was anyway with no idea why or no idea what to do. Every time she peered out into the darkness she scared herself into staying longer.
The girl was quite young. Obviously still in her teens. Her fashions made her up to look like the prettiest girl for all those boys whose attentions she desperately craved. And yet today her makeup was flawed. Mascara that had been so carefully applied now smeared across her eyes, lipstick was faded and her hair now tangled.
A soft pattering drew her gaze to the window where a few rain drops now lay, increasing in number as the rain started to fall, before long becoming a downpour; the sound almost deafening as it bounced off the roof. She knew she couldn't go out in that now. She was sticking it out where was.
The slight buzz of the neon lights gave way to more violent sounds as the lights began to flicker. She glanced upwards, preying the lights would hold, knowing the fear she felt as darkness wrapped round her.
A feeling of helplessness had slowly been growing inside her since she first burst into the place looking for an escape from what she had run from. As she sat there she realised this was no escape after all. This was just a purgatory she was stranded in. A place she would stay until the consequences of the evening finally caught up with her.
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I like writing short things as it leaves things open and doesn't need a long plot, which is my biggest weakness when it comes to writing. And the open endedness means people draw their own conclusions. If by any chance someone random has come across this then feel free to comment if you like it, or share it. Thought that probably won't happen.
On a separate note here's a little something I knocked up drawing wise for a friend's birthday. I felt inclined to do more than buy a card as she gave me some customised rubber ducks, and even a real life Fuglicorn! I know. Awesome. So I drew her this.
And that's all really.
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Stranded
The echo of the clock’s second hand loudly rang through the emptiness. The bright neon lights making it forgivable to think that it might actually be daytime but this comfort was only given to forget the vast darkness outside. The walls were damp and rotten and the smell was horrible. The stink of wetness, dirt and even a faint waft of urine made this place unbearable. And yet there she was. Sat there, neatly, in the moulded plastic chair.
Not by choice of course. She didn't mean to end up here. But here she was anyway with no idea why or no idea what to do. Every time she peered out into the darkness she scared herself into staying longer.
The girl was quite young. Obviously still in her teens. Her fashions made her up to look like the prettiest girl for all those boys whose attentions she desperately craved. And yet today her makeup was flawed. Mascara that had been so carefully applied now smeared across her eyes, lipstick was faded and her hair now tangled.
A soft pattering drew her gaze to the window where a few rain drops now lay, increasing in number as the rain started to fall, before long becoming a downpour; the sound almost deafening as it bounced off the roof. She knew she couldn't go out in that now. She was sticking it out where was.
The slight buzz of the neon lights gave way to more violent sounds as the lights began to flicker. She glanced upwards, preying the lights would hold, knowing the fear she felt as darkness wrapped round her.
A feeling of helplessness had slowly been growing inside her since she first burst into the place looking for an escape from what she had run from. As she sat there she realised this was no escape after all. This was just a purgatory she was stranded in. A place she would stay until the consequences of the evening finally caught up with her.
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I like writing short things as it leaves things open and doesn't need a long plot, which is my biggest weakness when it comes to writing. And the open endedness means people draw their own conclusions. If by any chance someone random has come across this then feel free to comment if you like it, or share it. Thought that probably won't happen.
On a separate note here's a little something I knocked up drawing wise for a friend's birthday. I felt inclined to do more than buy a card as she gave me some customised rubber ducks, and even a real life Fuglicorn! I know. Awesome. So I drew her this.
And that's all really.