February 4thA Story by MaggieNeck tilting to the right, eyes dropping slowly down and climbing back up, observing every move, every single move.
Silence. Chaos around you, questions being asked, answers thrown back and there's a smile of mockery. A simple twitch of the lips, and superiority comes rushing through. A simple answer would be substantial, however that's not enough. Your PHD plaques plastered in your brain, radiating through your eyes. Pressing further down on each person in the room, except for you. You grow taller and taller as you use words that you feel are too large and complex for us to comprehend, pushing further and further down on us. Playful laughter escaping your lips, as your mind continues to form sentences to describe how inadequate each one of is, pushing further down. Explaining to us that this information isn't new, that it should still be found in our less than average sized brains, because even simpletons like us should be capable of such things. Pushing down and down and.... It's stopped. The smile is gone, and this time you seem to be shrinking as the rest of us grow taller. There's only so far that you can push us, and we're about to reach our limit. © 2011 MaggieAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
216 Views
2 Reviews Added on February 4, 2011 Last Updated on February 4, 2011 Author |