SomeoneSpecial1
New member
- Jul 16, 2009
- 4
- 0
- 1
I'm looking for opinions and maybe a little constructive criticism... Please no rude comments, or anything intentionally degrading, espeically considering how little confidence I have already. Please consider that I take this seriously, and it's something I work hard at...
Thanks.
----
Bright headlights shone through the snow covered window, a silhouette obscured by the thin layer of ice crystals that had frozen on the glass' surface, creating an opaque laminate. It gave a bleary and foggy illusion, as if my perception was defective and incapable of being dispatched with clarity – it only added to my prodigious sense of trepidation and dread. A shiver ran up my spine, my muscles tensing and convulsing from the frigid temperature that seemed to linger on my flesh. I tightened my grasp around the blanket, pulling it closer as I nuzzled deeper into the couch's crevasses, trying to find a warmth that seemed so unattainable.
The room was indistinct – a faint glow emanating from a small desk lamp that provided minimum illumination against the darkness that seemed to consume the room fully. It mirrored my thoughts impeccably.
Oh, but it seemed as though I was still waiting for my light to arrive and brighten the desolate darkness inside my mind – to ease the burdens of the day's events.
My eyes fell shut as exhaustion hit me like a wrecking ball, tremors continuously going throughout my body. My limbs felt heavy and sore, weighed down as though they were filled with sand – unmovable and tender with pain. I bit down on my lip, trying to force myself to stop shivering, and was met with a sickly sweet taste, a metallic twinge lingering in my mouth. I immediately regretted the action.
I heard the door of our bedroom open, the lock retracting with an audible click as he entered, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Light pooled in from the hallway, and I couldn't help but smirk at the irony of the situation – my light had arrived. Riley.
I found myself looking up at him, scrutinizing every detail of his appearance, almost as though I was completely entranced by his existence. The way his gray eyes shone with clarity, the blue speckles almost resembling the ice crystals that covered our bedroom window. The way his chestnut hair fell in his eyes, the copper tints shrouded by the lack of adequate lighting. Riley had a very built physique, and the muscles in his arms and torso were prominent through his thin white shirt. His cheeks were ablaze with a dark red hue, undoubtedly a result from the contrasting temperatures of the crisp outside air and the warmth of our home.
Thanks.
----
Bright headlights shone through the snow covered window, a silhouette obscured by the thin layer of ice crystals that had frozen on the glass' surface, creating an opaque laminate. It gave a bleary and foggy illusion, as if my perception was defective and incapable of being dispatched with clarity – it only added to my prodigious sense of trepidation and dread. A shiver ran up my spine, my muscles tensing and convulsing from the frigid temperature that seemed to linger on my flesh. I tightened my grasp around the blanket, pulling it closer as I nuzzled deeper into the couch's crevasses, trying to find a warmth that seemed so unattainable.
The room was indistinct – a faint glow emanating from a small desk lamp that provided minimum illumination against the darkness that seemed to consume the room fully. It mirrored my thoughts impeccably.
Oh, but it seemed as though I was still waiting for my light to arrive and brighten the desolate darkness inside my mind – to ease the burdens of the day's events.
My eyes fell shut as exhaustion hit me like a wrecking ball, tremors continuously going throughout my body. My limbs felt heavy and sore, weighed down as though they were filled with sand – unmovable and tender with pain. I bit down on my lip, trying to force myself to stop shivering, and was met with a sickly sweet taste, a metallic twinge lingering in my mouth. I immediately regretted the action.
I heard the door of our bedroom open, the lock retracting with an audible click as he entered, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Light pooled in from the hallway, and I couldn't help but smirk at the irony of the situation – my light had arrived. Riley.
I found myself looking up at him, scrutinizing every detail of his appearance, almost as though I was completely entranced by his existence. The way his gray eyes shone with clarity, the blue speckles almost resembling the ice crystals that covered our bedroom window. The way his chestnut hair fell in his eyes, the copper tints shrouded by the lack of adequate lighting. Riley had a very built physique, and the muscles in his arms and torso were prominent through his thin white shirt. His cheeks were ablaze with a dark red hue, undoubtedly a result from the contrasting temperatures of the crisp outside air and the warmth of our home.