Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Drabble #57

"I was wondering when you would notice me," Derek laughed as he plopped down next to me on the porch.
"How long were you standing there?" I asked.
"Doesn't matter. What's wrong?"
"A lot of things," I looked at him, smiling halfheartedly. I paused. "Do you think there's a difference between being sad and lacking happiness?"
He nodded, and I nodded back, glad that he understood. Neither of us said anything else, but I felt a traitorous silent tear slide down my cheek. He put his arm around my shoulders, and for once, I had a shoulder to cry on.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Drabble #56

I felt completely fine until I stepped outside for the very first time in three days. It was excruciating. I don't even know where to begin with describing how my skin felt. It was as if someone shot a thousand fire-tipped arrows in my direction, as if someone took a thousand knives and sliced them through my skin, as if I was covered in gasoline and then set on fire. I fumbled for the doorknob and saw that my hands were covered in my own burnt flesh. It smelled horrible. I finally managed to get myself back inside the building.

Drabble #55

Xavier pulled the knife out just as quickly as he'd thrust it in. The king staggered back and collapsed against his throne. 
"Long live the king," Xavier seethed as King Jonathan brought a shaking hand to cover his wound. Blood was flowing from his mouth, a thin trail of red dripping down his chin and onto his robes. He opened his mouth, his teeth tainted with blood, and managed to say one last sentence.
"I'd always known it would be you." His eyes glazed over, his body ceased to move, and his hand went slack and fell to the floor.

Drabble #54

It was strange, seeing your closest friends walk the stage one by one, and then getting out of their seats after the ceremony, trying to find their beloved family and friends in the crowd, with these big happy smiles on their faces. It was a beautiful sight, especially from the bleachers, and although it's been three hours and your butt was getting tired of sitting and the weather was getting chilly, you still felt a blossoming warm feeling in your chest because you just felt so amazingly happy, and just a little sad. It was finally time to say goodbye.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Drabble #53

You depend on the people around you. It's those people that have an impact on how you feel, but more importantly, on who you eventually become. The people around you can be negative and you, as a result, may become negative. However, in the end, it is up to you to realize the difference between what is good and what is bad. It's up to you to determine what kind of person you want to be. You have the right to select people you want to be around, and the right to rid yourself of those who make you unhappy.

Drabble #52

They say that history is important because it prevents people from making the same careless, stupid mistakes. But sometimes, just sometimes--- you make a really bad decision and you don't even realize it was bad until it was already too late. But you know, I believe in fate. Time is all written out in some book somewhere by whoever's in control of the universe. Things happen, or don't happen for a reason. Just because you faced rejection doesn't mean that you're done. Trust me, sweetie. You're not done. Always remember that rejection shouldn't have the right to ruin future opportunities.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Drabble #51

Being a hostile bitch isn't going to get you anywhere in life. You think you're better than someone else, and maybe you are. Maybe that person is the worst person in the entire world. But how do you know? How do you know that you are better than them? How can you judge without getting to know someone first? How can you just jump to conclusions without proper evidence? Did that person insult you? Is that person creepy? Annoying? Maybe that person really upset you somehow. Or just maybe, just maybe.... you're sticking your nose too high in the air.

Drabble #50

If there were three things I wish I could control, they would be my emotions, time itself, and the weather. They're all beautiful things. They're part of nature. But sometimes, you just wish that those natural things were controllable. But wait, who said you could play God? Who said that it will rain just because you want it to rain? Who said that just because you want to take a couple hours to yourself, time will stop for you? Who said that you should have the ability to control your emotions?In the end, everything is a big fat no.

Drabble #49

Everything felt off. The sun shone a little bit brighter. The window was opened a little bit wider. The leaves on the apple tree in your front yard were a little bit greener. And everything seemed bigger. What a small world, I used to always say to myself. But there are things that you don't notice until you really pay attention to them, like how blue the sky really is or how amazing planet Earth is, or how one, single, seemingly insignificant human being can drive you absolutely crazy but still put you at ease at the same exact time.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Drabble #48

Jarod opened the palm of his hand, and there it was. It was covered in blood now. His blood. He didn't realize how hard he had been clutching it. They were coming. He slowly walked into the water, the waves crashing against his body over and over again. First only at his ankles, then his calves, his thighs, his chest, and finally, his neck. He was ready to let it all go. He saw the next wave coming. This was the one that would take him away. He felt calm. After all, calm was the only thing left to feel.

Drabble #44-47

44: You can't judge a person by stereotypes. Just because you see a girl in the library all the time doesn't mean she likes to study. It doesn't mean she doesn't have a social life. It doesn't mean that she is shy and quiet or whatever you think she is. No. It doesn't. She could be the biggest extrovert you'd ever met. Hell, she could be a gigantic social butterfly who also just really cares about her grades. Just because you see her in the library doesn't mean she is plain, boring, or lacking anything better to do with her time. 

45: It's just like if you see a girl with a crop top, lots of makeup on, bleached denim jeans... You remember you saw her once behind the school smoking a cigarette. Oh, and guess what? She's also dating a gangster. I repeat this question: what would you think? You would think she was the dumbest bitch on the block and she could give less than a horse's ass about her grades. But no, she ends up scoring higher than you on a test, and it turns out she's a lovely individual and a stellar student. What, are we blaming stereotypes?

46: There's a boy in your math class and you know for a fact that he has a lot of sex, smokes a lot of weed, says a lot of profanities? He has about 10 earrings on each ear and a mind so dirty you couldn't clean it with the strongest bar of soap. Oh, well... he's probably really jacked up. He probably doesn't even care about his grades. But no-- he ends up being such a wonderful, encouraging, and hilarious individual. It also looks like he's top 10 percent of his class. Well, what do you know? Are we blaming stereotypes again? 

47: Okay. There's a quiet girl, sitting right over there. Do you see her? She's the one with the gigantic SAT study book. Yeah. Her. She's wearing a huge jacket that she definitely got from Walmart and plan old jeans with tennis shoes with a crap ton of dirt on them. Alright, she's probably really awkward and has no confidence whatsoever. But it turns out she's been on more dates than you have and her favorite thing to do is going out. What the hell, am I right? When are stereotypes even accurate anymore? What's the point of using them now?


Drabble #43

"Sometimes, all you need is a little courage," I told Sandra. 
"Most of the time, all I need is coffee," she laughed through her tears. She looked like shit, she really did. Her eyes were red from all the crying and her eyeliner ran down her face in black streaks. Her hair was tangled and flying in many different directions. At least I got her to smile.
"Thanks so much, Morgan. This means a lot to me." She gave me a hug and buried her face in my shoulder.
"It's what friends are supposed to do," I smiled and nodded.