The lights came and went. The music drowned words, but her imagination was vivid. His eyes were hypnotic onyx gems, his body strong without being intimidatingly muscular. By all accounts, he seemed like the perfect man. He headed her way and struck up conversation, which flowed as smoothly as his silky black hair.
“I don’t tend to approach women in clubs, but I couldn’t leave here without at least speaking with you. It’s not every day you meet such a beautiful woman”.
His words were a mix of cliché and poetic rhetoric she couldn’t shake off. She was as attracted to him as she hoped he was to her. After some small talk, the music queued their exit to a quieter, and his invitation didn’t wait.
“Would you like to go somewhere else to talk?”
As he stepped out of the car, per the cop’s request, she figured this was a misunderstanding until she was asked to exit the car as well. The trunk popped open and to her surprise, it was full of heroin. At that moment she knew, life would change forever. As the cop asked for backup a million thoughts ran through her head: school, that cute intern at work, the volleyball squad, all gone.
“I had no knowledge of this. I just met him at the club down the road. We decided to go for a ride. I’ve known him for no more than an hour!” She explained as the eyes turned on her.
Handcuffs placed, her hope is diminishing and she’s escorted to the police car. The cops took her purse and got in to head to the station. She couldn’t bear to look at the man who had now changed her life forever. She wanted to scream, cry, but all the she could muster was a sigh.
She blinked hard and as she opened her eyes, she was back at the club with the onyx eyes, silk hair guy still in view. She smiled and turned back to her friends. Dream, nightmare, or premonition, what she saw was enough to decide it was best to look elsewhere. As he tried to approach her, she made her way to the door with her friends. Her vivid dream was more than enough of him for the
he said, how he looked and what he made me feel. Fire and blood and
On that night, Dewey Dell’s got a weird dream. “I rose and took the knife from the streaming fish still hissing and I killed Darl. She remembers a dream where she killed him. But it was only a dream. ” When I used to sleep with Vardaman I had a nightmare one I thought I was awake but I couldn’t see and couldn’t feel the bed under me and I couldn’t think what I was I couldn’t think of my name I couldn’t even think I am a girl …
Dejame, she screamed, and when she looked up she saw that there was one more cop sitting in the car, and when he turned toward her she saw that he didn’t have a face. All the strength fell right out of her (141).
was forced to take her to the drug dealer's house to save her life, as well as
The fog was low, but he could still see her yellow porch light glowing brightly. The sight of her gleaming house bathed in light settled his nerves. It was warm and inviting, just like her. So he wanted to impress her, he smoothed his hair and tucked in his shirt. As he looked up, there she was, pulling
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
But It’s not enough-not for me. I can’t more. I need more” when she was thinking about the lack of effort the cops put into the case On her journey she meets several new friends both from school, and some trying to find inspiration for art in a trashcan. Even when hit with the harsh realization that she could be killed when doing this she stills goes out of her way to solve this case.
After the anxious wait the doctor finally came in. She turned away from the window into the white, barren room and noticed the look of sorrow and regret that filled the doctor’s face. In that one moment everything connected in her mind “I have cancer,” she thought to herself. All of a sudden millions of emotions flooded her teenage mind. She threw the test results in an act of rage and all the important papers flew to different ends of the room. She Desperately ran to the bathroom to try and escape from the feeling of betrayal in herself. Once she locked the door her worried mom began knocking on the door begging to let her daughter to let her in, but all she could think about was how her body have failed her and how she can’t go through this
When we arrive at where the movie was being shot, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, but actually went to the director’s trailer to let him know I had arrived.
“Oh, these old bones can’t take much more of this,” grumbled Millan Prink, as he rolled out of bed onto unsteady feet. “It’s bad enough that dear Laura left me eight years ago, bless her soul, but now I have to do all the work around here.” With a big sigh and a nod to the dreamcatcher above his bed, he went outside to his work.
And just to clarify: I would've been fine YET AGAIN if you had just been honest and straight up with me. Just like all the god damn times before.
My series of questions was interrupted as a devilishly handsome man, with brown hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes, emerged from the door of my room, with a mobile phone close to his ear, talk...
Tears were nothing new to the girl, and she ignored them, tossing back the last of the aspirin left in the bathroom. Black swam across her vision as the multitude of pills began to take effect. A wave of anger and fear crashed over her, and before she could second guess it, the glass bottle was shattering against the wall. Fragments rained to the floor, mixing with yellow plastic and discarded notes. Slender fingers stretched out, grasping the floor for the perfect piece to satisfy her final craving for scarlet. The silence around her smothered the last lingering hopes that someone, anyone, would care enough to just come home, and with a final agonizing cry, she dragged the shard of glass down her forearm.
Her eyes shined like a glossy pearl just washing on a shore of black sand with the warm rays of the sun shining down on it. Lips of bright cherry red went well with the tight black dress she was wearing. The light hit her just right so you could see every luscious curve of her body. She smelled like an ocean breeze coming in to the shore. Just try to imagine the perfect most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life and times that by ten fold. Absolute perfection on high heals.
She had met him on a warm June night. She knew who he was. He was pleasantly inebriated. When she had heard about him, she underestimated his charm. Now, he had a lover, so they became friends. They met several times that summer. She found his company reassuring, and she liked to believe that despite their differences, they fundamentally understood one another. Sometimes, she could almost sense the idea of them together oozing into his mind before slowly ebbing away, leaving only the subtleties of coy smiles and the exactitude of unequivocal words to take its place.