The Death Of Angela Pratt: Chapter 2The Death of Angela PrattThe Death Of Angela Pratt: Chapter 2 by ClusterEff
She would be the guinea pig. Dr. Johnson knew it as soon as he saw her, blonde hair curling around her heart shaped face. Blueish, greenish eyes, innocent and wide as if she were a deer standing in the headlights of an oncoming car. But she had the most important thing, zero attachments besides an absentee husband. This was why he researched them before they came in, the payoff was worth the trouble.
She was in fact staring death in the face, she might not have known that's what she was looking at but in fact Angela was staring at a picture of a sailboat on the wall thinking about how much she hated Doctors offices. This one, this one seemed especially bad…its not that it was dirty or anything like that, in fact it seemed too sterile, too devoid of anything besides stark bland medicine, it was as if the picture had been hung on the wall as a disguise, to hide the fact that the place reeked of weirdness; even though art in itself was an oddity as most Ame
The Lovers: Chapter 1The LoversThe Lovers: Chapter 1 by ClusterEff
Angela was having a moment.
"I love you"
So…that's what it came down to. He loved her. He had never said it like that, he had said: "I like you" he had said "I'm falling for you..." followed by "Just kidding" he had said "You're amazing." The words seemed to click into place in her head…well of course…it was so simple- he loved her, she loved him…they in fact loved each other…they had loved each other since the beginning obviously... Somehow the words, the phrase "I love you" had shifted into focus what she had not seen before. A tear slid down her cheek
-But that is not starting at the beginning.
It would be when they started falling for each other; however the truth of the matter is that Angela couldn't remember how that had happened. They had just always been. Been what? Floating in limbo between friend and something else, something which had always lay between them undefined; a taunting idea, the promise of something so much better.
She wanted t
Character developmentHe launched himself off of me as if someone had pinched him and sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs bent up at odd angles, he looked too big for the motel bed. He had a lit Newport dangling from the fingertips of his right hand which rested easily on his leg; The red glow of it added an ethereal feel to the moment. He took a long drag from it and then turned to look at me; slowly he blew out a trail of white smoke, taking me in with his strange yellow eyes. I was still lying on the bed, watching him, it had only just dawned on me that we were done making out for the night, not for the first time I felt completely out of my element, confused…but I understood. He was trying to go at my pace while I was trying to go at his; he was making a point. 'It's up to you.' After what seemed like forever he said:Character development by ClusterEff
"Do you still think I'm a perfect gentleman?" He gestured as he talked and the tip of the cigarette accented his movement.
"..You're fine" I said in a throaty voice after
WanderlustWanderlustWanderlust by ClusterEff
This is what it looks like- morning again
My heart is a still, stiff, stone-
an ache- a wound- just a sore in my chest
The first thought of you- one beat
Second thought- thud thud
And that's how I make it through the day
A thought for my blue finger tips
Every beat- softens, moves, warms me.
You my dear- my very favorite fantasy
That I am, that you are, that we are happy.
Acid lies- burn holes through my lips
So that I can blow it away- the wishes that rest on dandelion fluff
My harpoon gun words, aimless- I don't care
Where they land, who they hurt, what chaos they cause
This boulder- hope, desire, my still beating heart
I'm pushing it upwards-
Slowly coming to terms- with my life-as it is- without you
Every waking moment: struggle, struggle, toil and trouble
Uphill- reality, fear all clumped together into an impossible obstacle.
Every night it falls backwards- my days work undone-without a care for reality
I'll pluck out every eyelash incase those wishes really do co
Chapter Zero: "Young Observations"
The landscape confused me at times. My reasons for such misunderstandings made little sense to me until I reached adulthood, and even now, I’ve wondered about my birth within the corrupted society. Our homes were built sparingly of a single wood with so few nails that it often lead to the failure of an entire structure. Several homes collapsed within recent times on my very street yet my family viewed these instances so normally.
My father’s occupation provided me and my small family a bit more nails for our home and maybe a bit more food on the table. His wisdom earned him a seat among the Village’s Council, though he often complained about the fore coming decisions. My mother argued with him about his beliefs and morals surrounding these results, but they typically ended their predicaments agreeing to disagree and dropped the subject.
The serpent streets, serving as both paths and front yards, wound through the poorer qua