Letters to Mom, as I've been saying, is almost done. I have about one month left in time to finish up. Very, very close.
I started a short story that takes place in a futuristic world where twins are killed. Very interesting concept. Making some connections to nature and adding a few more plot twists. I will post a section of it later.
One more thing. Here is a one word. Haven't done one in a while:
"You're my little princess," he said to me and I smiled.
I thought about this for a second, "Okay, but then what does that make you?"
I had to say it. I was stumped. I didn't know what to say. She just sat there, giving me that look and I just could tell how curious yet slightly pissed off she was. Sure, it was cute, but it was just so frustrating at the same time. She always had an intellectual one up on me.
And one more since it was an interesting prompt today:
I could hear his voice in my ear still, his voice echoing through it. "Princess," he had said. But what did that mean? Was I just this little pet that he kept up locked away. What a sick bastard, I though. I wasn't anyone's property. No way. I was just me and that's the way it was absolutely going to stay. It had to, right? I kept running.
One more:
Okay. So, I looked into her eyes and this is what I saw. I could tell she was trying to hide the fact that she was pretty, and it simply was not working. Her hair could be pretty if she grew it out. Her eyes could sparkle if she let her guard down. If she cared, clothes would look very nice on her body. But I just didn't understand. Why didn't she care? She could be a princess if she wanted to be.
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