She anxiously stepped on the scale.
Today would be the day.
She put her feet inside the
faded outlines and
watched hopefully
as the zeroes blinked to find the right number.
She got her result and
stared in horror.
How could she have
gained weight?
She had
tried so hard,
exercised every day,
counted every last calorie.
Her eyes blurred
as she stepped off of the scale,
but the number
was imprinted in her mind:
124.
I like to take walks in my garden after a
rainstorm.
The smell is
relaxing,
calming.
Fresh and clean,
the flowers' perfume is
intensified
and
potent.
Yet, when I
finally care
to look at the intoxication,
I see that they are
downtrodden.
I know that they will
appear new in the morning,
but for now they are
withered,
crumpled,
whimpering,
Deathless Dream Chapter 1 by AttiaStreeth17, literature
Literature
Deathless Dream Chapter 1
Boots elegantly clunk down the elaborate hallway. Short skirt and sleeveless trench coat flutter in time with the clunks. Red hair stays perfectly in place. Honey brown eyes are ever-watchful. Fear is not difficult to invoke. Nothing is perfectly explained.
Evangeline casually strolled down to the courtroom, completely unconcerned about everything. Young, beautiful, yet somehow a striking terror. Few doubted her, most respected her. Regardless, she took her place at the front of the courtroom and sat sideways on her chair with her legs dangling over one of the arms. Someone handed her a few papers. Evangeline glanced at them and casually to
I like to take walks in my garden after a
rainstorm.
The smell is
relaxing,
calming.
Fresh and clean,
the flowers' perfume is
intensified
and
potent.
Yet, when I
finally care
to look at the intoxication,
I see that they are
downtrodden.
I know that they will
appear new in the morning,
but for now they are
withered,
crumpled,
whimpering,