story time!
Hey yo everyone!! Well, I've been promising I'd post a story here so here's something I wrote for my class and just really got a kick out of. There are other things from class, but since I think they might be publishable I'm going to wait and see if I can sell them. For your pleasure, please enjoy.
Scorpio: (Oct. 24- Nov. 22)
If you find yourself in a delicate situation today, let the other guy/gal take the lead. You’ll fare better by staying out of the fray, and silently and quietly figuring out what needs to be done.
My ragged nails scratched at the threads of the dresses I touched as I walked past rows of sale items. They Summer line looked forlorn and out of place in the midst of the heavier fall and winter gear in the front of the store, but only because the store had just opened. I liked bargains; in fact, I adored a store where I knew I was legally ripping them off. A pair of fashionable jeans bought during the summer would have cost me at least forty-five bucks, but in the sale racks it was worth only twenty.
My ragged nails wandered up to my mouth and my teeth happily began their incessant knowing on the thick skin around the nail beds. There wasn’t much left of my nails to bite, so my teeth had to settle for the next best thing. I turned at the sound of the bell on the front door and watched another customer, a brunette youth with tanning salon skin, enter. The woman removed her sunglasses, hardly necessary with so little sun shining outside, and went directly to the front racks. She glanced back at me and her eyes twitched, she was probably thinking it was disgraceful to walk into a store of such reputation and buy from the sales racks.
Her look irritated and embarrassed me in an instant and I began maneuvering myself closer to the overpriced merchandise. Satisfied that she had properly motivated my sense of taste, she turned back to the clothes in front of her. I wandered aimlessly, not interested in stocking up on fall and winter wear because of my springtime bounty of sale items. The woman picked out a number of shirts and went back to the fitting room to admire her self. No longer burdened with her opinion I went I began making my way back to the sales racks where I knew my cash could be well spent.
On the way, my eye latched onto a shiny belt buckle. I picked it up and admired the ornate filigree design and after only a few moments I decided I just had to add it to my collection. I turned it over to find out how much it would cost my piggy bank.
The small gasp of surprise a few minutes later was more out of desperation for oxygen. The thought of spending sixty dollars for a belt buckle gave my lungs pause for moment longer than was advisable. Choking back my spit, I turned it back over to look at it again. The price had not affected its beauty in the slightest, nor my desire to have it, despite the fact that I didn’t even have fifty dollars on me. I looked up and watched the brunette walk back from the fitting room. Surprised, I saw a tag sticking out from under her shirt; two tags actually.
She was obviously planning to steal whatever she had on under her shirt, and I hesitated on tagging her for the clerk at the register. The woman, unaware that I’d seen the show, went to the register with the confidence of a woman who knew nothing of poverty. I decided to keep my mouth shut, as I clutched the buckle tighter in my palm. The pain of it digging into my skin brought me back from my own thoughts of theft. I would just put the buckle on under my shirt, and the clerk would never know especially if I bought something else. What possible harm could there be?
I put the buckle back on the near-empty box where I’d found it and turned to go back to the sales racks. A woman, wearing brown slacks and a vest with a nametag clicked to her pocket left the back room near the fitting rooms and went to the front of the store. The brunette, who had just walked out with her purchases, looked back and stopped as though hovering between fleeing the scene of her crime and accepting her punishment. She stood still, visibly steeled herself, and allowed the security woman to bring her back in and revealed the two stolen shirts hidden beneath her own. I smiled and went back to my own shopping.
Symbolism: The buckle symbolizes the temptation of the main character, and her ability to resist.
Scorpio: (Oct. 24- Nov. 22)
If you find yourself in a delicate situation today, let the other guy/gal take the lead. You’ll fare better by staying out of the fray, and silently and quietly figuring out what needs to be done.
My ragged nails scratched at the threads of the dresses I touched as I walked past rows of sale items. They Summer line looked forlorn and out of place in the midst of the heavier fall and winter gear in the front of the store, but only because the store had just opened. I liked bargains; in fact, I adored a store where I knew I was legally ripping them off. A pair of fashionable jeans bought during the summer would have cost me at least forty-five bucks, but in the sale racks it was worth only twenty.
My ragged nails wandered up to my mouth and my teeth happily began their incessant knowing on the thick skin around the nail beds. There wasn’t much left of my nails to bite, so my teeth had to settle for the next best thing. I turned at the sound of the bell on the front door and watched another customer, a brunette youth with tanning salon skin, enter. The woman removed her sunglasses, hardly necessary with so little sun shining outside, and went directly to the front racks. She glanced back at me and her eyes twitched, she was probably thinking it was disgraceful to walk into a store of such reputation and buy from the sales racks.
Her look irritated and embarrassed me in an instant and I began maneuvering myself closer to the overpriced merchandise. Satisfied that she had properly motivated my sense of taste, she turned back to the clothes in front of her. I wandered aimlessly, not interested in stocking up on fall and winter wear because of my springtime bounty of sale items. The woman picked out a number of shirts and went back to the fitting room to admire her self. No longer burdened with her opinion I went I began making my way back to the sales racks where I knew my cash could be well spent.
On the way, my eye latched onto a shiny belt buckle. I picked it up and admired the ornate filigree design and after only a few moments I decided I just had to add it to my collection. I turned it over to find out how much it would cost my piggy bank.
The small gasp of surprise a few minutes later was more out of desperation for oxygen. The thought of spending sixty dollars for a belt buckle gave my lungs pause for moment longer than was advisable. Choking back my spit, I turned it back over to look at it again. The price had not affected its beauty in the slightest, nor my desire to have it, despite the fact that I didn’t even have fifty dollars on me. I looked up and watched the brunette walk back from the fitting room. Surprised, I saw a tag sticking out from under her shirt; two tags actually.
She was obviously planning to steal whatever she had on under her shirt, and I hesitated on tagging her for the clerk at the register. The woman, unaware that I’d seen the show, went to the register with the confidence of a woman who knew nothing of poverty. I decided to keep my mouth shut, as I clutched the buckle tighter in my palm. The pain of it digging into my skin brought me back from my own thoughts of theft. I would just put the buckle on under my shirt, and the clerk would never know especially if I bought something else. What possible harm could there be?
I put the buckle back on the near-empty box where I’d found it and turned to go back to the sales racks. A woman, wearing brown slacks and a vest with a nametag clicked to her pocket left the back room near the fitting rooms and went to the front of the store. The brunette, who had just walked out with her purchases, looked back and stopped as though hovering between fleeing the scene of her crime and accepting her punishment. She stood still, visibly steeled herself, and allowed the security woman to bring her back in and revealed the two stolen shirts hidden beneath her own. I smiled and went back to my own shopping.
Symbolism: The buckle symbolizes the temptation of the main character, and her ability to resist.