Teenage QueenJamie presses his hand palm flat against the window pane, the frosty condensation soaking his fingertips and sinking into the creases and folds of his skin. It settles in his life and love lines and fills him with an irrepressible cold shiver that creeps slowly up from the small of his back to the base of his neck and further still to crawl between the roots of his hair. It makes him shut his eyes and grimace to himself, his body still covered in the salt of a heated sweat barely over.Teenage Queen8 years ago in Teen More Like This
The street outside is a dark collection of shapeless masses, no feature distinguishable from the next due to the lack of electric lamps on this side of town. All he can identify are the chinks of dim television light coming from between the lace curtains of next door's living room and if he listens hard he can even hear the dull drone of a news reporter. Mrs Jones is a deaf old lady who lives very much alone, and keeps her shows on late into the night for company. If it was anyone else on the block Jamie
Daisies“The thing about daisies is, they’re always butchered. Have you ever noticed that? A kid will sit down in a middle of a flowery field and rip up daisies, killing them, gutting them, slinging them around their necks as a primitive necklace. People think daisy chains are cute, I however find them grotesque. Honestly, daisies are alive, and should be treated as such. Daisies have feelings too, dude.”Daisies8 years ago in Teen More Like This
“Frank, do you really believe any of that bullshit you just said?”
I raised my eyebrows at my best friend, smirking slightly as he shrugged his stocky shoulders and fell back in the grass, staring apathetically up at the sky. I watched him for awhile, my palms flat over the undergrowth, my knees drawn up off the ground.
It was a sunny day, for February, and we young college lads were taking full advantage of the situation by lounging about on campus. My sketchbook was lying in the grass at my side, open on an empty page my hands were itching to fill and yet my br