The brain thought well of the heart's lively beats,
but he deemed her dreams to be out of reach.
The heart admired the brain's intelligent thoughts,
but she really wanted him to stop thinking so much.
Inside the shower felt like paradise.
Outside felt like the South Pole.
The picture is really bad. My hand started hurting while I was drawing it. Just wanted to get this idea for a Tiny Story out there. :)
dic·tion·ary [dik-shuh-ner-ee], noun
a book that believes it's so much smarter than everyone else.
I got a few shots of my cat, Leroy, refusing to play ball with me that I thought would be great for this! I think this one might be the best of the three. He looks so pissed! :)
You don't know me
And I really don't know you
So it makes me so confused
As to why I think about you.
We may have spoken once or twice
I've caught your eye several times
But we have yet to talk in depth
And really begin to understand one another.
Words cannot describe how embarrassed I feel
When I turn and look at you.
I just find your personality so intriguing.
There's just something about you that I like.
It might be the way your blue eyes sparkle
Or the way you carry yourself with confidence,
Maybe even how innocent you look sitting there quietly.
I cannot get enough of your handsome smile.
I would really love for us
To finally get to know each other.
I really think we have a lot more in common
Than what happens to meet our eyes.
But you are always surrounded by others
And I am just so shy,
So I will probably just leave you be
And continue to keep my thoughts private.
And I hate how he plucks at my heartstrings,
But it makes for such a lovely beat.
A part of me wishes you eternal happiness.
The other part hopes that you'll die a slow and painful death.
Two girls stand against the wall of a hallway. They are both chewing gum and flipping their hair. Their arms are crossed as they scoff at some of the students who walk by.
“Oh my god, did you see that girl that just walked by?”
Focus turns to a girl wearing skimpy clothing, then goes back to the two girls.
“Ewwww... she’s such trash!”
“I know, right? Like cover it up, hun!”
A goth girl walks in front of the two girls.
“Okay. Now that’s such trash right there. Like look at how she’s dressed.”
“I know. Like seriously, where did she get all that stuff? The trash?”
The two girls begin obnoxiously laughing as the goth girl glares at them and walks away. A female janitor walks by carrying a garbage bin. Both girls snicker until she is out of sight.
GIRLS #1 and #2
“SHE’S SUCH TRASH” *loudly laugh*
“Seriously, there’s nothing trashier than dealing with trash itself.”
“Who’s dealing with the trash? The janitor or the garbage bin?”
The two girl continue to explode with laughter as others nervously glance their way. A shy girl carrying her books walks by while looking downward.
“Do you see her? Isn’t that the one that hooked up with Kevin at that party last weekend? Wow. She’s such trash!”
“Tara? She’s really nice. I thought she really liked him too. Not her fault he led her on.”
“Oh c’mon. Anyone who hooks up with someone like that is definitely trash.”
“Isn’t Kevin the one you like?”
“Oh please. That’s way in the past. I wouldn’t dare go near him. I’m not trashy like Tara.”
Girl #2 looks blankly at Girl #1. She then begins to fume.
“You know what? You're trash!”
Girl #1 turns and glares at Girl #2.
“What did you just say to me?”
“You heard me. YOU’RE. SUCH. TRASH.”
*gasps* “I’m not trash. You’re such trash.”
“You’re such trash!”
“No, you’re such trash!”
“No, you are!”
“Says the girl that’s in love with Kevin and jealous of Tara. Stupid trash!”
“Oh shut up, you ugly trash!”
The two scoff at each other and turn to walk away.
*under her breath* “... Trash.”
“Where are we?”
“I don’t know.”
“OH MY GOD! We’re lost! I knew we should have turned back there! You never list-.”
“SHUT UP for a minute! I’m trying to think.”
“.... Still think we should have turned...”
“And what? Continue in circles?”
“Better than being in the middle of nowhere!”
“Do you want to drive then, Miss Perfect?”
“That’s what I thought...”
“Just figure out where we are!”
“... Let’s drive up this road.”
“... I’m scared.”
“You have no reason to be. Look! There’s some people up ahead.”
“GOOD! Pull over and ask for directions.”
“Alright. Then we’ll be on our way. I think we can still make it in time.”
“Wait... What’s that guy holding?”