Electricity seemed to flow through his body as he tried to dance.
No movement was fluid, every single one a painful to watch spasm of limb movement.
Even though he tried his hardest, his feet never could match the beat, EVER.
Red faced, and not because he was tired, he stared into her eyes.
Green as emeralds, they glittered like gemstones as she moved fluidly with each thump.
Yes, he might hate dancing because he sucked so bad, but for her, he would do anything
Don’t fear the reaper was a phrase that didn’t make sense
Reaper represented death, the end, that’s all folks
Everyone should be fearful. They should be scared witless.
And that’s why he was so confused at the moment
Didn’t these people understand he was the real thing, especially on Halloween?
“So I shouldn’t contribute by telling them about my latest bowel movement?”
“How should I parcel out this… No!”
“And why not. They showed interest by asking. I was being honest.”
“Really people don’t care about your experience when they ask that. They are just being polite”
“Evidently so, but I refuse to capitulate to your norms. I was brought up to…”
Neal felt the walls come closer together the farther underground he went
As they constricted his movement, his breathing became more rapid
Restricting his vision to a narrow strip of darkness in front of him
Raspy sounds escaped his mouth as his breath became shallow
Obstinately he pushed on as his vision began to gray out
Wiggling free he took a deep breath and felt the freedom to the bottom of his lungs