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Wondering what life Is like is hard, especially to everyone who is too caught up in their own lies to see sense of the world. I could write for hours about the toils and tales people tell one another to make them selves look better, but who do we do it for? Why should we get our hearts set thinking of unachievable goals that could only be fulfilled in our wildest dreams.
Tonight I break my vow, I would let my heart get carried away, as it hung heavy and I felt a coldness run through my body. It wasn’t a bad feeling, if anything, It was the best feeling I have had in weeks. And that is why, I hate my lies, the lies, I weave into my hearts very soul.
As my hair fell into place, I pulled my brush through my hair as my head got pulled along with it. I sighed and carried on, as I glanced in the mirror with nothing to do but to roll my eyes in my direction. I hated the way I looked, not to sound vain to myself, but it wasn’t my appearance as much, but my eyes. They glowed with a certain vibe that would tell people to stay clear, and to be fair, I was the most unlikeliest person to harm another. My body felt numb that day, numb and hard, as I laid onto my bed. I let my mind wonder for a while, it began thinking up crazy stories again, but of course, I promised I wouldn’t let my heart get carried away. I had paused, sat up, and staring blankly into the space, I hummed a gentle tune to myself. A certain lullaby that would never leave my mind, not now. Not forever.
My goal here was to find a way around everyone, to separate myself from the towns people. Why? Their shallow, sly and narrow-minded. All the things I hate most about certain peoples personality. Another thing I hated was vainness, I find it hard to look myself in the mirror and think that I don’t look to bad that day. Because when I do, I feel big headed and then become more conscious as I feel I’m trying to make myself feel better. My eyes sparkled as the tune whipped into my ears, and leaving the note for a few seconds before allowing the next to find its way among the melody.
Now I had to leave myself here, and get into the frame of mind to leave the true me in my dull, enclosed room. The way I think is forbidden when it comes to this place, I seem to be an outcast enough, I couldn’t let my open mind get me into more trouble. As I walked along the street side, and wondered to my small family shop. -Which had been around for a while, and had always had good business.- I couldn’t help but to notice the small cries coming from the field I was wondering next to. As I didn’t pay attention to it the first time, I left it, until they got louder and invaded my privacy by infecting my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow and slowly wondered to the side gate. As I glanced in, there was a small child, but it was not cries I could hear, but mere laughter. I hesitated to ask if the child was alright. He looked up with the deepest brown eyes, mine had ever looked upon. They spelt out desire and wonder, they took me through his thoughts and my mind suddenly hit me out. He knew my game, and he wouldn’t let me read his mind. I could always read peoples minds, they never had noticed. It wasn’t a sixth sense, or a skill, It was me. I don’t know how, but without trying I could infiltrate everyone’s thoughts.
The child’s eyes glared into mine, I was taken aback as he said.
“It’s wrong to read peoples thoughts when they don’t want you to.”
How could a kid carrying the little of 10 years know, and someone of 22, not. I was completely blank, as he carried on to read my mind. But I bounced him off, I would not let him win. I had my suspicions and decided to calm myself down and promptly leave. He had looked at me as though I was the strange one, somehow I had a feeling I would meet his path again, but next time we do, we would be older. I had a feeling it would be in 2 years time, where I am 16, and he is 12. “Until then, my friend, until then..” I slowly mouthed and let my mind echo the voice. Around a slow thirteen minute walk, I found myself outside my store. A small crowd was waiting outside as I asked what the problem was, apparently the store hadn’t been opened yet. Which It normally is, so I apologised for the inconveniences and let everyone in, and started working hard. The snobby family were just about to mouth off, as I quickly shunned them out of the shop. They never had time to have a go at me, for they always came upon closing, or break time, then forget until the next day. Where they would not think to come at a different time, or talk to me when I am not working. My day was over, and I had got my vacation to look forward too. Finally a trip to somewhere different, I was to head to Cornwall. With a last fold of clothing, I packed my last item into my small, but spacious bag. Zipping it up, and placing it gently with the others on the bottom of the stairs, I smiled gratefully to myself.
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Title:
Aspects of the heart.
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Artist:
iKandooSucker
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Description:
Ok, so here the deal! *slams hand on table*
I was bored, and i was thinking about some of the English work i got assigned. I don't know, i'm not that good at writing, so critasism would be good, make sure not to be to harsh. ^^
There might be a couple of grammatical mistakes, but it was a quick type up so, yeah, also leave a comment, much appriciated!
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Date:
07/22/2009
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Tags:
random
short
story
firstperson
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