Lotus In The Mud
Title: Lotus In The Mud
Character(s): SNSD
Rating: PG
A/N: An exercise I wrote a while ago.
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Her legs are cold.
The joints of her knees ache because the air is seeping, snapping through her skin and right into her bones, eating away in sharp bites. She doesn’t want to, but she moves and she smiles, splays her hands past the hem of her shorts as she stands complacently. She stares out, but does not focus because the bright light that meets her blinds her, envelops everything into a fierce haze.
At least it makes her hair look nice, though. It makes it shine, look like there’s actual luster and not product in it. The light radiates the pink of her lips and bounces off the white of her skin, making her look like she’s nearly glowing.
She’s almost ethereal looking, among them all. She is one apart from them, and she can hear all of their sound in waves, though where she is it is silent. A pin drop can be heard in her head and it’s echo would last for hours.
Where she is, the world is asleep, and all of the lights are off. The machines have stopped humming.
She looks out to all of the people, smiles, and feels cold, but does not think anything about it. After it’s all over, she lets a blanket drape over her goose-pimpled legs, and doesn’t know what to think when her body suddenly feels too heavy to carry in the backseat of her car, the shell casing of her head inevitably drooping into her own shoulder.
Where she is, the world is asleep, and all of the lights are off. The machines have stopped humming.
The End
After Note:
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Character(s): SNSD
Rating: PG
A/N: An exercise I wrote a while ago.
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Her legs are cold.
The joints of her knees ache because the air is seeping, snapping through her skin and right into her bones, eating away in sharp bites. She doesn’t want to, but she moves and she smiles, splays her hands past the hem of her shorts as she stands complacently. She stares out, but does not focus because the bright light that meets her blinds her, envelops everything into a fierce haze.
At least it makes her hair look nice, though. It makes it shine, look like there’s actual luster and not product in it. The light radiates the pink of her lips and bounces off the white of her skin, making her look like she’s nearly glowing.
She’s almost ethereal looking, among them all. She is one apart from them, and she can hear all of their sound in waves, though where she is it is silent. A pin drop can be heard in her head and it’s echo would last for hours.
Where she is, the world is asleep, and all of the lights are off. The machines have stopped humming.
She looks out to all of the people, smiles, and feels cold, but does not think anything about it. After it’s all over, she lets a blanket drape over her goose-pimpled legs, and doesn’t know what to think when her body suddenly feels too heavy to carry in the backseat of her car, the shell casing of her head inevitably drooping into her own shoulder.
Where she is, the world is asleep, and all of the lights are off. The machines have stopped humming.
The End
After Note:
If interested, please follow my creative arts and writing blog here! Thank You!