Hey you lovely cheerio candy kitty cats! {Not working? Not working. No.} Today I'm taking part of Celia's story within a picture post. Go check it out if you want to do it!
It took all he had not to throw his guitar against his wall. He sunk against his bed post, hands restlessly going through his hair. All the rage and emotion from the last few days poured out of him, his soul tearing apart until he was gasping for breath. He wasn't sobbing, but he wasn't far from it, either.
You saw the guitar, and you saw the smile, but you didn't see past that. You didn't see the words that had been shout in anger, the type you regret long after they are born, or the punches, or the bruises. You didn't see anything past the show, and you didn't want to, either.
And a show he'd give you, alright. Snatching a nearby notepad and pencil worn down to practically a stub, he began to write, pouring the turmoil inside into the paper. All of his heart leaked out until there was nothing left, except the occasional drip drop. It was a free show.
beautifully written. my, but you have talent.
ReplyDeletethat was great.
Tane ♥
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Your comments always make me smile. <3 Thank you, Tane!
DeleteAbsolutely amazing! Yours was a lot better than mine! You are such a talented writer.
ReplyDeleteI protest, Eve! Both of ours are amazing. :) I adored yours, and it seems we went along the same lines with our stories, haha! I can't wait to see if somebody else will do something like that as well.
DeleteThis is flawless. <3
ReplyDeleteThank you. :) I feel like I say that a lot, but every time I really do mean it. <3
DeleteBeautiful! :) <3
ReplyDeletexo,
-Anna <3
Thanks Anna! :D
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