...she slams the screen door, almost tripping down the stairs. she heads straight for the ladder leaning against the house. she straightens her shirt before climbing the metal rungs and onto the roof.
she site there for a while, checking out the moon. she brushes her hair out of her face as she stares at the stars.
her head was way up there in the clouds and she wasn't coming down anytime soon...
...girls.
the weaker sex?
i think not.
boys?
one carefully placed kick
and they're down for the count.
besides,
those who don't have the courage to show emotion,
have no strength at all...
...i watched him turn his back on me, i saw the confusion and anger in his eyes. he refused to look at me, disgusted.
i saw a piece of his heart break and fall to the floor. i stood and looked on as he shattered. i made no move to help. i had done enough.
then, he spoke, his voice a ragged whisper.
"i guess it's gonna have to hurt.
i guess i'm gonna have to cry.
i guess it's gonna break me down..."
...dreams are pieces of a bigger,
better world where hearts don't break
and heart breakers don't exist...
...she sits there, tapping away at her keyboard.
the rhythmic sound drags on her already heavy eyelids.
her eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep.
her hair hangs in clumps at her neck.
words fly through her mind at breakneck speed.
letters flow from her fingers like magic.
it's a beautiful thing.
a story develops under the careful directing of an author.
a whole other world takes shape under the light encouragement.
characters gain faces and distinct personalities.
there!
a slight twist in the plot line.
throw the readers a loop they didn't expect.
that is brilliance at it's highest peak...
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