Chapter 13 - Confessions in POV’s
*DISCLAIMER: Now, I know we said we weren’t going to do POV’S, we swore we wouldn’t, but this is just to show how irritating it is to read. If you can’t stick with one person, write in the third person! We’re adults, we can follow it! Well, adults by age anyway, Susan, but mentally this could be challenged.*
POV OF STELLA
Eduardo in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn’t get used to it, and for some reason Abba’s song, gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight was stuck in my head. Though I'd been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny sequins on a burlesque dances bra, were embedded in the surface. I wondered if I could pick them off. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. He was so still, I wondered if he was really dead, so I poked him with a stick. That’s what you do with dead things isn’t it.
POV OF STICK
Ouch, ouch. Damn it I’m covered in glitter. Stop it, stop it, you will snap me!
POV OF STELLA
Now and then, his lips would move, so fast it looked like they were trembling. But, when I asked, he told me he was singing to himself.
POV OF EDUARDO
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! It's Raining Men! I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get Absolutely soaking wet! It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! It's Raining Men! Every Specimen! Tall, blond, dark and lean Rough and tough and strong and mean.
POV OF MULLET WITH HEADLIGHTS
Watching this video to the right now, thinking about how I’d need a mop now. *WARNING YOU WILL NEED TO PEE AFTER THIS*
POV OF STELLA
But I stayed curled up on my black altar of blood and pain, my chin resting on my knees, unwilling to take my eyes off him. He was so shiny. It was like watching a disco ball back in the 1970’s. I wish I’d brought sunglasses. The wind was gentle; as it helped tangle my hair and ruffle the grass that swayed around his motionless form. Should I poke him again?
POV OF STICK
Noooooo, don’t poke me again with him.
POV OF STELLA
I reached out one finger and stroked the back of his shimmering hand, where it lay within my reach. I marvelled again at the perfect texture,
satin smooth, and cool as the stone of my altar. However when I took it away again, I found I was covered in glitter. Nooo. I hurriedly wiped it on my jacket, covering that. Son of a-oops, he was watching me now.
POV OF EDUARDO
"I don't scawe you?" I asked playfully.
POV OF EARTHWORM TRAPPED UNDER EDUARDO
HELP ME! HELP ME! I’m stuck! He’s on my tail! MY TAIL! Get off, get off or I’m gonna split! Oh no! I’m splitting....Noooo, there’s two of me! Oh look, I’m free! Yay!
POV OF 2ND EARTHWORM
Mumble mufflw melp! Umf!
POV OF STELLA
"Why did it have to be glitter? You sleep in a coffin, fine. Turn into a bat, great. Don’t eat garlic; sure, I can deal with that. But glitter gets friggin’ EVERYWHERE! Do NOT sneeze in my presence ever again!" I told him as I tried to shake the glitter off my jacket, and covered myself in it. Damned wind. He smiled wider; his teeth flashed in the sun, I really wanted those sunglasses right now. I inched closer, slithering off the altar and rolling over to him trying to remove the glitter from me, like they taught me in emergency situations-STOPDROPANDROLL! I stretched out my whole hand now to trace the contours of his forearm with my fingertips. But it never quite made the arm.
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The Emo, The Sparkly Vampire and the Biscuit.
Fiksi Penggemar"Your skin is... pale white, and ice cold. Your eyes change color... and sometimes you speak like - like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything; you don't go into the sunlight. I know what you are." "Go on, say it." "You're em...
