Raining Inspiration

by Maiera
originally published at 07:18AM on Friday, July 27, 2007

She lay with her forehead pressed against the frosty glass, every breath recorded by a little fogged circle, that expanded and disappeared in time. Uniquely deep, hazel eyes gazed into the ever darkening sheet of icy rain unseeing. Neglecting the wind whipped leaves, instead seeing the formation of each thought. Her swimmers’ toned legs angled in front of her, the cold not yet stretching down to touch them, she fidgeted, not liking to sit still for long, yet not wanting to move and scare away the sudden inspiration she felt.
Storms seemed to always have this affect on her, awaking her emotions, that during the day lay dormant. The numbness just seeming to fade away . The numbing sensation began a long time ago, I suppose to hide the pain that has become routine for me. It was her escape, the thunder driving away lingering remanants of that day’s disaster, and the lightening illuminating the person no one but she knew existed, within the facade she carefully placed on everyday.




  • from partysprinkles:

    Fantastic writing

  • from partysprinkles:

    i know you can’t rush creativity, but you should SERIOUSLY consider writing here more often. even if it’s not what you consider your best work, i will fawn over it like a little school girl. yeeeeeeah :D thanks for the comments.

  • from horrorfan13:

    I like this. It’s compelling. I particularly like the first paragraph. It sets things up well.

  • from FlirtingWithaBrickWall:

    this is a few steps about the harliquin, lol