Random Story Starter that I caught with my Mind net. Good catch or should i throw it back?
Her eyeliner ran in black rivulets down her cheek. She felt the creases in her hand mingle with the liquid as her fingers touched her face. The world around her blurred at the edges, like a match burning the corners of paper. Her stomach twisted itself into a series of tiny nervous knots, one on top of the other. She could feel every particle of her skin on the bottom of her bare feet as they pressed down against the hard-wood floor. Her eyelashes flickered ever so softly as they blinked against her large pale blue eyes. The room spun and spun, a palpable negative energy thrusting itself against the walls.
He sat at the table, arms resting on its cracked surface, head bowed down. His shallow breaths vibrated the room, the air uneven and forced. She continued to lean against the kitchen counter, in her white dress with red and blue flowers, dark messy strands of hair coming undone around her face.
Silence had never been so frighteningly loud. Her ears were on fire from the unspoken words that darted through the air like angry flies. It was an obvious question that swam through her brain, one that was asked daily by the many stressed troubled people wandering through the world. How had it come to this? How had stolen glances and secret feelings and happy beginnings and butterflies and lust and smiles and all too perfect beginnings lead up to this frightening kitchen scene where love had been sucked out through a vaccum leaving only a dusty bunny filled hole. How could he sit there drumming his fingers, each tap a crack of thunder splintering the air and how could the feet between them feel like miles and miles that stretched forever and beyond.
They were only human beings, after all. Could she ignore all the messy complications and simply leave it at that? Flawed and penetrable, could a person really hold a perfect love in their hands without dropping it? After awhile a person breaks, selfish desires seep through the cracks, the buzzing on fire intoxicating lust that soaked the relationship becomes dry as the heart is desensitizied. Love is no longer a fairy tale perfume clouded dream, but a heavy metal ball of reality that is dropped on the head and cracks the body into a million splinters, the heart a gooey puddle on the floor. After awhile you see, One becomes numb. Afraid to feel because feelings are birds that take off from our hearts without warning and there's no real certainity that we can get them back or control how high they fly. We just have to let them soar off into the distance and hope that we won't break too quickly or deeply this time.
He sat at the table, arms resting on its cracked surface, head bowed down. His shallow breaths vibrated the room, the air uneven and forced. She continued to lean against the kitchen counter, in her white dress with red and blue flowers, dark messy strands of hair coming undone around her face.
Silence had never been so frighteningly loud. Her ears were on fire from the unspoken words that darted through the air like angry flies. It was an obvious question that swam through her brain, one that was asked daily by the many stressed troubled people wandering through the world. How had it come to this? How had stolen glances and secret feelings and happy beginnings and butterflies and lust and smiles and all too perfect beginnings lead up to this frightening kitchen scene where love had been sucked out through a vaccum leaving only a dusty bunny filled hole. How could he sit there drumming his fingers, each tap a crack of thunder splintering the air and how could the feet between them feel like miles and miles that stretched forever and beyond.
They were only human beings, after all. Could she ignore all the messy complications and simply leave it at that? Flawed and penetrable, could a person really hold a perfect love in their hands without dropping it? After awhile a person breaks, selfish desires seep through the cracks, the buzzing on fire intoxicating lust that soaked the relationship becomes dry as the heart is desensitizied. Love is no longer a fairy tale perfume clouded dream, but a heavy metal ball of reality that is dropped on the head and cracks the body into a million splinters, the heart a gooey puddle on the floor. After awhile you see, One becomes numb. Afraid to feel because feelings are birds that take off from our hearts without warning and there's no real certainity that we can get them back or control how high they fly. We just have to let them soar off into the distance and hope that we won't break too quickly or deeply this time.