pretty girlsA beautiful girl smiles at me, with her perfect red lipstick. She doesn't wear eyeliner, but there's a lot of mascara and it really suits her. I think she's really beautiful. Her face is square shaped. Her hair is brown, but sun-kissed, like a penny you've found on a plastic chair when you're sitting outside on a nice day. Her eyes are also brown. She's talking to me, tapping the desk with her perfect fake nails, red as my blushing face. I'm sweating. I'm sweating quite bad and my words are stumbling and the alarm bells in my head are ringing, and the clogs that are turning are either going too fast or they aren't turning at all. I'm scared because I can't tell the difference and she's talking to me. The beautiful girl is talking to me ever so nicely but I can't reply because my words are falling over each other like a bunch of people trying to fit through a tiny door, and now I'm focusing on how much I'm sweating again. Can she see sweat patches through this flimsy blue blouse? I hopepretty girls by fuchsiapeixes
jasperok so im gonna try and write a little story thing idk why im doing it here just yolo i wanna see how much ive improved since like i last wrote stuff about angry cats so im gonna write abt angry cats herejasper by fuchsiapeixes
Tip tap tip tap. The rain was so faint. It dripped down from the brick arch above. Tip tap tip tap. A black cat nodded along with it, following the rhythm, a slight purr rising. This certain tom, with eyes so circular they could imitate the sun, had been sitting in this weather for around an hour now. He waited for his owners to realize he'd been locked out. The end of the tom's tail flicked in pleasure; his owners would be scurrying around, terrified of losing their pet. He didn't blame them, of course. Tip tap tip tap. Rain was so calm, so soothing. It was predictable. Nothing out of the blue. Nice. The cat looked up, rolling so that his belly faced the steely clouds, and rubbed his body against the gritty ground. Earth was a rather lovely scratching post.