The alleyway of the damned.A winding blood red smile tangled with the dark tassels of hair that swept across her face. Her eyes were a bright red, matching her lips and fingernails, and... the blood that spattered across her cheek.I could tell she was bad news. Anyone could. Anyone with sense, knows that someone in a long black sweeping coat, with a full black fringe that pushes at the eyelids, is deathly bad news. And they should know (for they are not stupid) that no pure romance hangs around in the dark alleyways of Chigwell.The streetlight above us flickered, I looked up, and realized I'd made a mistake after looking back. She was inches away from my face, her
Love.The way you talk makes me smile.The way you hold me in your arms, and cry into my shirt when you're angry. The way you're the only one who walks into my house, jumps up onto the kitchen counter, and sits there whilst I make toast with jam for you. We know the drill. We are as one.So when you walk into my house teary eyed, bloody, and shaking... I can't help but fear for you.I heard the back door creak open, and left where I was sat curled on the sofa. The day was sunny, the light smiling brightly through the window in an overly camp way lit up the room. "Good after..." I went to lean against the door frame, she always liked it whe
Eng homework.3Heavy with sweat, my eyes fluttered open as I tried to beat the haunting steady beep from my dream, away with the fading light. I smiled. Only a nightmare. The whispering was persistent though, Dont you dare die on me! I could almost feel the breath of the words on my body, and I ought to have been frightened, but I wasnt. Blistered and burnt (or thats what it felt like) I made a steady attempt to get out of my bed. Pain shot up my ankles as my bare feet touched the floor. The floorboards moaning, maybe they too could feel my pain. Whilst the silvery moonlight trickled through the window and slithered across the
Meh.Daniel.Watching the back of her head for several minutes, I was already intrigued. Her arms fluttered by her sides, she was playing with something in her lap. Slowly peering over her shoulder, I watched her fingers entangle with a small green box. There was nothing interesting about it, which made me begin to wonder about it's contents. Smiling, I quickly jabbed her in the back with my pencil.I ruffled my greasy hair before she turned, looking scornfully into my eyes. Her face was thin and round and her nose jutted out from between her cheeks at a sharp angle. Her eyes were piercing and I could feel a shiver run down my spine as she looke
The tangle of your brain.The strong emotion displayed in the shop window to your soul, made you a book for all to read. Your mind a library, and me the keen geek, ready for anything.Filled with remorse and unhopeful distaste, you stared deeply into my eyes, but I looked away, for I knew you had not seen me. You looked right through me. And I was nothing to you.And although the emerald satin ribbon in your hair, that fluttered in the sharp autumn breeze, clashed with your deep scarlet eyes. And the small tie of intricately laced threads that ran around your wrist, seemed to be cheap and tacky. There was something that matched completely about you. Individual parts