Ok, so this is odd.
The faucet broke and water was spraying everything. A fine sheer mist was covering anything that was in the vicinity. The papers we were writing on were now close to soaked, the ink bleeding through, transforming the words into a mix of blue and black.
I held my breath.
She pulled back her hair, water dripping down the tip of her nose. More leaving her face off her small chin. High cheek bones showed her makeup loosening up.
And in all this she was still beautiful. This was incredible.
I collected myself and decided to collect the papers also. I quickly grasped all the sheets of loose leaf and threw them under the desk. I threw the pens under the desk. I threw the scissors under the desk. I threw myself under the sink to turn off the main valve, the one that stopped the water. After the water stopped spraying, I let go of my breath heavily. I collected some more oxygen as I looked at her legs from under the sink. Blue jeans that were pretty tight, showing some toned muscle. Many a night have gone by when I was imagining what was under those jeans. I had my speculation, my over active imagination to help me out. I knew what perfection looked like and her legs probably came close. I closed my eyes and breathed in again while preparing to come out from under there and see her face. To look in those green eyes and start talking to her again.
I rose up and said the first thing I could think of.
I guess I fucked that up, huh?
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Something random I just wrote. Lord knows why, I have a million four paragraph nothings lying aroung. I can'r write poems and I can't write short stories. This is my middle ground I suppose. Pretty bad though. Oh well, kept me occupied.
-Jason
The faucet broke and water was spraying everything. A fine sheer mist was covering anything that was in the vicinity. The papers we were writing on were now close to soaked, the ink bleeding through, transforming the words into a mix of blue and black.
I held my breath.
She pulled back her hair, water dripping down the tip of her nose. More leaving her face off her small chin. High cheek bones showed her makeup loosening up.
And in all this she was still beautiful. This was incredible.
I collected myself and decided to collect the papers also. I quickly grasped all the sheets of loose leaf and threw them under the desk. I threw the pens under the desk. I threw the scissors under the desk. I threw myself under the sink to turn off the main valve, the one that stopped the water. After the water stopped spraying, I let go of my breath heavily. I collected some more oxygen as I looked at her legs from under the sink. Blue jeans that were pretty tight, showing some toned muscle. Many a night have gone by when I was imagining what was under those jeans. I had my speculation, my over active imagination to help me out. I knew what perfection looked like and her legs probably came close. I closed my eyes and breathed in again while preparing to come out from under there and see her face. To look in those green eyes and start talking to her again.
I rose up and said the first thing I could think of.
I guess I fucked that up, huh?
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Something random I just wrote. Lord knows why, I have a million four paragraph nothings lying aroung. I can'r write poems and I can't write short stories. This is my middle ground I suppose. Pretty bad though. Oh well, kept me occupied.
-Jason