Random Clash Of Ideas

Staring through pure honey, edged with forest green. It held up a deep black hole engulfing its surroundings. Unnoticed by her guests, another season waiting to go away. Fleeting shoes overlooked where upon the colors melted, moving in brilliant swirls of the reddish gold. She is still and viewing. Mixtures of different shades of red danced on her lid. Each lash perfectly in order to the crescent shape of her bushy brows. Her giggles vaporized in the air, she was part of nature and nature part of her. Eyes luminous against her cream-colored skin. Every frown brought upon a cold storm, brutally tearing each leaf from its mother. Every smile lanterned your heart with love and comfort. She smells of baked cookies on her wrist. Flames explode from her untamed hair, redder than blonde. Her curls, a proud mane protected her from the harshness of the wind. Dimples, deep clover holes of imperfection under her eyes, story secrets after ...

Bright chandeliers lit up the room. The warmth at the town’s banquet hall mocked the roaring storm outside. The sound of rain was muted by the classical music played upon the speakers. My head leaned against the wall as I stared up at the stunning artwork on the ceiling, wondering where my friend, Gabe, was. He had gone to get our drinks for more than fifteen minutes now. Maybe, he had encountered his father, Mr. McCarthy, who might have taken him to meet some other guests at their party.  My mind spiraled through thoughts to why Gabe looked so upset for the past few days. His brows never got a break and started to crease his forehead. Maybe it was time for me to ask if everything was alright, but what was stopping me was the fear of knowing that Mr. McCarthy’s resentment against me was influencing my best friend. I was tuned out of my racing mind as I look down to see -limping towards me-Mr. McCarthy. He was wearing a plain white suit and his fa...