Saturday, June 20, 2015

Drabble #2

I feel like a grain of sand on a great big beach. Just one insignificant grain-- it wouldn't matter if I were drenched in water and turned into part of a sand castle. It wouldn't matter if I got attached to the bottom of someone's foot, or God forbid, to their ass. It wouldn't matter if I ended up on the seat of a car after someone realized that there was sand all over their legs. In the end, it really wouldn't matter where I end up, not one bit. Because I definitely know one thing-- that I'll be fine.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Drabble #1

"I wish you would stop looking at me like that," Chloe said without turning her head. The sun was setting, slowly inching past the horizon. Its brilliant orange rays shone on her hair, and turned her dark hair into a glowing copper.
"Looking at you like what?" Matt asked, even though he knew. He just wanted to hear her say it. He sat down next to her on the porch swing.
"Like you could never get tired of looking at me," she said, an undeniable hint of sadness in her voice.
"You're right. I could never get tired of that."