In My Dreams .02---->Quick disclaimer:More Like This
Sorry! This is an assignment for school as well as on dA so ignore my random opinions and ramblings in here!
Eat The Rich, Baby PREVIEWLilly had turned on the television in her small apartment complex, looking bored as she flipped through the channels. It was late at night and she had a few days off from college so she decided to stay up for awhile. Then, her channel surfing stopped at Tom Snyder's Tomorrow as her mouth dropped open in shock when she heard a familiar voice and recognized who was on the show. The curly black hair was unmistakable, along with his smiling dark eyes, and his ever-present grin on his face.More Like This
"So, you're like Jimi Hendrix, huh?"
"Y'know I never thought of it like that." Dominic's deep voice rumbled as he laughed. "But I am influenced by him, and by Chuck Berry."
Suddenly, the host snipped. "Makes me wonder what else you're influenced by." Directing to Dominic's puffy, bloodshot eyes.
Lilly smiled and almost broke out laughing as Dominic looked at the host with 'what the hell' written on his face.
The audience started laughing.
Breath of Fresh AirOut with a bunch of friends all dressed up having a laughMore Like This
Someone's birthday, not entirely sure who
Alcohol flowing, chat going, people dancing, music playing
Girls in skirts, ripped fishnets and crazy shirts
Men in leather skinny jeans and funky jackets, wearing ties in the wrong places
Girls wearing makeup and guys wearing even more
Everyone's overaccessorised to the max
Everything's so much fun
On the dancefloor we're all going crazy
Singing dancing hugging
All obviously a bit intoxicated
There's no life outside of these minutes, the party is all life is
There's hands on my stomach, someone's dancing behind me
Turning round I'm met by a pair of brilliant blue piercing eyes
Not harsh-piercing, more just like a captivating glowing
A line of black eyeliner on the lower lid and glittery blue eyeshadow on the top
Long volumed blonde hair crimped with streaks of crazy colours going through it
And a cheeky grin to die for with lovely white teeth
He's wearing a silver jacket and silver skin
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After a long and uncomfortable sleep on the couch, Corey kicked the unbelievably thin blanket Jim had given him and sat up on the edge of the couch. He looked at the time on his phone; 6:32 PM. He figured Jim and Sandra would be getting up soon, and would rather leave before they did. Stretching his stiffened muscles, he reached for his t-shirt that lay in a heap on the floor and pulled it on. He could grab clean clothes at his place. He thought about it as he folded the blanket up and placed it in a neat pile with the pillows. Was Kyle really sorry? Or was it just a ploy to get him home for another beating? He didnt know; he could only see. Gathering the rest of what little belongings he brought with him and stuffing them into his bag, Corey quietly crept out of the house and into the early blue rays of the morning sky, and listened to the birds. They sounded different compared to the depressing drone of a particular crow he hears at Kyles place. They sounded.....hap
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Jim barged the doors in of the police station and ran up to the empty desk, Sandra quickly stood next to him and banged on the table for attention.
"Hello wanna report a crime here?!" she yelled, a police officer quickly appearing out of a side room, a sandwich still in his hand. Sandra shook her head in amazment as to how this man kept his job. Jim leaned over and took a good look at the mans badge.
"Enjoying your meal officer....Danforth?!" Jim asked fuming at the complete lack of emergancy about the situation. Officer Danforth gave the pair an utterly tired look and reluctantly placed his sandwich on a pile of papers.
"I was," he bit back, taking his time in loading up the computer.
"We wanna report a crime!" Sandra blurted out to the officer, becoming impatiant very quickly.
"Yeah I got that," The officer stated obviously and typed in what Jim could tell was a very weak password. So much for high security, he thought as he quickly spelt out the letters and guessed the fo