Excerpt from a part of my book

just... i'm not really sure! (oh and sorry about the one cuss word for my sensitive beans out there!)

I was walking down the halls, my faint, sobbing footsteps echoing down the halls. I turned the corner and bell rang, releasing masses of my peers from their locked classrooms. Kids moved left and kids moved right. Some pushed and some shoved. Girls laughing, flipping their hair and boys grunting, mumbling to their friends about their ‘dumbass’ teachers.

Sometimes it felt as if these people who surrounded me, were only mere images of my imagination. I felt as if, me, my being, was just a dream. A tortured dream created to break my soul in every cruel way possible. And maybe, it was true. Maybe nobody around me was real. But, I knew the truth, I faced the fact that not everyone was sane. I faced the fact that not everyone was peaceful, choosing their own, cruel methods over another's peaceful, kind ways.

There were people around me that engulfed me in their decisions, good or poor. When their faults, were all their own, no matter which consequence they encountered. There were people who spoke with such certainty that the earth began to spin to the sounds of their vocal chords and bend to the will of their fingertips. There were also people who loved with such passion that the universe sang to their heartstrings and split to bits across the cosmos when broken.

Then, there were people who were able to do everything, all at once. They did it so gracefully you’d think they were angels. You’d think every inch of them was spun by diamonds and gold, filtered through a system of magnifity, only to be spat out on the other end and boiled, put through torture. But, after it all, they would be the most worthy human beings of them all, the ones who deserved everything, just because of who they truly were deep down in their hearts.

One of them, was always near me. She was a girl, full of spark and life. Beautiful as Aphrodite, but just as tortured all all the rest. Every inch of her soul, perfect and kind. The world bending to her whim and the cosmos beating in tune with her heart strings. Ever fibre of her existence spun from diamond and gold, just to be spat out and boiled. And at the end of it all, she came out the other end, just as perfect as she was destined to be.

But there was always a piece of her, broken. Snapped and torn. That little mistake in her code that was untraced by the outside world, but that ate her up inside. She was the only girl I ever admired. Her being as perfect as life itself.

You could only admire the beauty she held in between her fingertips. Nobody else was able to pick up on it, but I did. It was as if I was the only one who ever saw her code, the stuff that built her. I was able to break it apart and see everything individually. It was easy to see just how stunning she was. Her eyes, holding the ocean and the skies and everything above. The color shifting from blue, to purple to black. Her hair, a piece of the sun itself, curled as it leapt across her shoulders with every step she took. Her lips, the color of pale Ivory, white as the clouds in the sky but all as natural as nature itself. Carved into the shape of two hills over a crescent moon, her lips framed her mouth and acted as the gateway for her voice, smooth as honey, cool as ice, to exit her body.

How I was the only one capable of reading her code, I didn’t know, I never understood. But while she in her physical form was beautiful, her insides were even prettier. It was like the garden of Eden surrounded her heart and protected every fragile inch of her already fractured soul. Her heart and her mind sung together in perfect harmonies creating a song so beautiful it was impossible to resist stopping and listening to its concert. Every morale she held in her soul was laced with diamonds and sapphires plucked from the deepest depths of the earth, creating a thought process so flawless and clear you’d think she was a machine, a computer with every algorithm perfectly placed into the puzzle of her existence.

Author's Note

constructive criticism please! <3 honesty is appreciated!

Reviews

[Vasilees Sybissyl]

Beautiful idea, beautiful execution, lovely excerpt. Loved it!!

Love,
Vasilees.