I don't know why, but these lines just popped into my head for a story I'm writing and I just loved the way they sounded:
She sheds a single tear for him, her love, and walks over him, stepping on his chest with one sharp heel, leaving an imprint in his shirt.
It was beautiful, but a cold beauty. Oh, so cold, almost as if the room was trying to freeze her heart to resemble an icicle. It was too late for that, though. Her heart was already compressed into a ball of hatred.
And on a slightly more funny note, a quote from a short story I never really got around to publishing:
Smirks were exchanged all around as The Man At The Head Of The Table stood up. "Gentlemen," he said triumphantly, "I believe we have an evil plan. A plan that is, indeed, chock full of wonderful evilities."
She sheds a single tear for him, her love, and walks over him, stepping on his chest with one sharp heel, leaving an imprint in his shirt.
It was beautiful, but a cold beauty. Oh, so cold, almost as if the room was trying to freeze her heart to resemble an icicle. It was too late for that, though. Her heart was already compressed into a ball of hatred.
And on a slightly more funny note, a quote from a short story I never really got around to publishing:
Smirks were exchanged all around as The Man At The Head Of The Table stood up. "Gentlemen," he said triumphantly, "I believe we have an evil plan. A plan that is, indeed, chock full of wonderful evilities."
February 23rd, 2010 at 10:21pm