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
Every day he tried to get to work on time, but he was always late
And every day his boss would threaten to fire him before letting him get to work
Risking his employment might not have been the smartest thing in the world, but he had problems
Look, he wasn’t a morning person, but he would work till well past midnight
You know what, maybe he wasn’t late, but since he worked deep into the night, maybe he was really…
Maybe it was too late in the day to do such things, but she tried to solve his riddle
Under the glow of a full moon, she contemplated what he had said and how he had said it
So many possibilities rattled around her cranium, demanding she fit the moving pieces together
Her head started to pound as she felt the pieces fly away, her ability to comprehend slowly devolving to…
Chilled to her bones, she tried to finish her typing, listening to the percussive clatter of the keys
Only the chattering wasn’t just the keyboard, but her teeth beat a duet with her fingers
Leaving her to wonder if the furnace was ever going to kick in
Didn’t remember she had placed a hold on it so no heat came for a long time
Formless gray extended in all directions
Obsficating everything, and making it all seem alien
Going back to the previous room, she tried to remember why she had gone there. Got to love brain…
Looking to get him to budge just a bit
Evelyn laid out her argument like a lawyer
Vivid and concrete examples of the whys
Everything out in the open, she waited for his decision
Really her dad had no way to say no because if he tried she would pull out her pouty lip and well…
Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over
Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t
As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were
Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky
He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”
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No way he would ever get all those words down on paper
Obviously, he had bitten off more than he could chew
Vowing that after he was done he would never even touch a word processor
Every letter was a struggle as he tried to download his soul onto the paper
Long months later he typed ‘The End.’ That was when he realized his work had just begun!
He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
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