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Post by Colour on May 26, 2010 19:40:04 GMT -8
Title: Everybody's Fool
Background: This is just a short story inspired by Evanescence's "Everybody's Fool." Wrote it in my spare time, so it's not very good. Oh well.
Work:
I found myself in a bubbly setting, that was absolutely plastic. My head felt quite heavy and my lips the same. I searched for a mirror, and found one with glistening lights for a boundary line. I looked into it and saw a totally different person than I really was: my hair, it was up and pitch black. With that, my lips were an unrealistic red. And to add on top of it, I was wearing a total diva get-up accessorized with a fluffy boa. Who was this person I saw? I instantly knew, it was who people expected me to be: a perfect, doll-like, figure. I looked around me and I saw that I was in a dressing room. A woman who was very stylish and beautiful herself came to me from her chair. She was holding body pencil in her hand and poked my cheek with it. Surprisingly, I did not flinch like I thought I would.
"Smile, darling," The woman cackled as she opened the door to a barrage of men and women holding expensive cameras flashing at me. I screamed and turned to the luxurious bathroom door so close by. I went into it and cried, for a reason I did not know. As the doorknob slowly turned itself, I screamed and pounded on the mirror to see its glass shatter around me. Oozing blood dripped from my hand but I did nothing to stop it. I just wept there. I stood to look in the shattered mirror and saw the real me.
Right then, everything of that scene fled away and the vision of my dark bedroom came to view. I gasped deeply and examined my hand, which was perfect as it was supposed to be. I clutched my chest as I breathed heavily and convinced myself it was just a dream, even though it was actually reality.
Background: This is just a short story inspired by Evanescence's "Everybody's Fool." Wrote it in my spare time, so it's not very good. Oh well.
Work:
I found myself in a bubbly setting, that was absolutely plastic. My head felt quite heavy and my lips the same. I searched for a mirror, and found one with glistening lights for a boundary line. I looked into it and saw a totally different person than I really was: my hair, it was up and pitch black. With that, my lips were an unrealistic red. And to add on top of it, I was wearing a total diva get-up accessorized with a fluffy boa. Who was this person I saw? I instantly knew, it was who people expected me to be: a perfect, doll-like, figure. I looked around me and I saw that I was in a dressing room. A woman who was very stylish and beautiful herself came to me from her chair. She was holding body pencil in her hand and poked my cheek with it. Surprisingly, I did not flinch like I thought I would.
"Smile, darling," The woman cackled as she opened the door to a barrage of men and women holding expensive cameras flashing at me. I screamed and turned to the luxurious bathroom door so close by. I went into it and cried, for a reason I did not know. As the doorknob slowly turned itself, I screamed and pounded on the mirror to see its glass shatter around me. Oozing blood dripped from my hand but I did nothing to stop it. I just wept there. I stood to look in the shattered mirror and saw the real me.
Right then, everything of that scene fled away and the vision of my dark bedroom came to view. I gasped deeply and examined my hand, which was perfect as it was supposed to be. I clutched my chest as I breathed heavily and convinced myself it was just a dream, even though it was actually reality.
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