Thursday, January 19, 2012

Best Paragraph from "Black Blood" By: Mercina

The way you cringe as nails scratch down on a chalkboard or that feeling in your throat right before you throw up. That’s how I feel. Like a twisted dream, half my mind is plotting, and in theory I am standing here but the rest of my mind is floating being free; flashbacks of High School and Saturday nights are resurfacing….. My childhood’s returning. I guess I’ll stand here a little longer and admire Purlect while I can; after today who known’s if I’ll have enough time to eat. However, today is a beautiful day. It’s about noon and the wind is warm and comforting. This honestly might be the only thing I love right now. How pathetic, it’s not even a person, but it’s so hard not to love something I’ve missed for so long. You can’t imagine. It’s cold enough to wear jeans but warm and toasty enough to wear sandals, perfect. Ironically it’s always been considered the “perfect town.” There are nice people, problems are almost nonexistent, and life seems to be going great by the amount of smiles people have plastered on their face every second of their life here. Ugh, makes me sick. They need to know life isn’t this easy. That life isn’t this so damn perfect anymore! They need to realize people have problems, this town will not be so perfect for long, I promise you.

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