Is everything falling apart? Did I almost cry in Tesco? Maybe. Here have a thing I don't like but it's all I have.
The text had come through almost 3 hours ago. 3 hours since those 3 words had flashed up on the screen and she had smiled. There’d been a heart emoji at the end, just like always.
3 hours and so much had changed.
A prompt from Claudia S. Thank you!
Laurie was like any other person, she had layers, many of them. And if you tried to cut through to those many layers she would probably make you cry.
It wasn’t her tragic backstory (although it could certainly lead a person to tears). It wasn’t the melancholy way she spoke of her teenage years of stubborn independence. No, the tears would most likely be caused by Laurie herself. Some people cover their pain with humour. Laurie was bitingly mean when she needed to be. Keeping people at arm’s length certainly was a terrific way to never reveal her innermost thoughts and desires.
There was a girl with purple hair who sat at the same table at the same time every day.
She was beautiful.
One time her hair had faded to a weird pinkish red but the very next day it was bright purple again, shiny and vibrant against her black coat. Her nails were a matching shade and they clicked delightfully when she tapped out a text.
I don't know what happens after you die.
There are animals on the corner. They watch with beady eyes and shining teeth. Their growls can be heard over the hum of distant traffic.
There are animals on the corner and they wait with red-stained maws, fur matted with gore, brows furrowed.
Ready to pounce.
This has been sat in my folder for a while, the more personal the tale the harder it is to post.
Language is much more than the words we say. Language is the meaning behind those words, both the literal definition and the meaning we put on it ourselves. ‘Yes’ indicates the positive but said in the right tone of voice it can mean the very opposite. ‘Literally’ used in certain ways can mean ‘figuratively’ – but I’m not here to argue about the benefits of a language that grows and changes with its speakers.
As an asexual person I can’t use the words ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’. I’m not saying that I’ve been prohibited from using those words; this is all my own problem. It’s just that they make me uncomfortable; they feel wrong on my tongue. But I still find people attractive, just because I don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a nice face.
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