So as I have previously stated, I am dealing with a severe case of writers block. On the bright side, I have started school and have found myself in a long-awaited relationship with a guy I've loved since like... Second grade? Anyway, due to the writers block, Drowning in River is now on hold as well. Which sucks, and I'm sorry. I get side tracked easily! It's my hamartia.
On the upper hand, I have found myself fancying a new story, and I WILL NOT publish it until most of it is complete. The title: The Depressed, The Optimistic, And The Realest Reality.
I shall supply you with a sneak peak.
She was beautiful. Beautiful like the ocean. Beautiful like the sky. She was the natural kind of beautiful. The kind you didn't forget. She was the kind of beautiful that haunted you. Everywhere you went, everything you saw, you felt her. She was just that beautiful.
But she was also hideous. Hideous like the ocean waves that drown innocent people. Hideous like the sky that produces the most horrendous storms. She was the natural kind of hideous. The kind you didn't really see. She was kind of hideous that whispered to you throughout the night. Every waking moment, every agonizing second, you felt her. She was just that hideous.
He was broken. Like a shattered vase, or a widow'a heart. He was broken, so broken he could not hide it. He was the forced kind of broken. Sadly enough, part of me knew he was always like this. I never truly knew him. Never had the chance to. He was always hiding away in the back of the class, or daydreaming at lunch. Of course, his daydreams seemed more like day-terrors. I don't really know. He was a mystery. I wanted to know why he was broken, because even I know: Destruction doesn't just happen, something has to be pushed before everything collapses.
