He rolled onto his back and exhaled slowly. The heat from the fire warming the side of his head, he blinked slowly trying to focus. She was leaning over above him, smiling softly but her eyes were fogged with worry. He reached up and touched her face, remembering the feel of her skin. They were lost in a moment until he felt little wet droplets fall on him.He wiped them off of his face, realizing the texture was odd. He looked at his hand. It was stained. Red. He looked at her, confused. Her smile faded. “Oh god, Princess. What did you do?â€? She bit her lip delicately and looked towards the flames. He followed her gaze as he sat up. Their vehicle was on its back, burning to its bare metal. His jaw dropped. The sound of the fire flickering, the reek of burning tires, and shattered glass on the pavement… how the hell did he survive?He looked back to her and saw she had small cuts on her face from the glass. Her brown bangs were stained red and streaks of blood dripped down her neck. He looked down at himself. Clothes torn and singed, his hands were peeled by broken glass. Adrenaline started to kick in. He pushed her away as he stood up quickly, wincing at the pain in his body. He stood facing the car, looking up and down the road should other drivers see them. He turned to her, “Where the hell is she?!â€? he demanded to know. “For the love of god, Princess, what did you do?! What did you fucking do!â€?He forcibly pulled her up to stand and look him in the eyes. She whimpered before answering in a shaky voice, “She had a gun. She was going to turn us in and make off with everything! I swear, I was only thinking of us!â€? He punched her across her face, staining her skin with his bloody knuckles. She fell to the ground, crying but not making a sound. He covered his eyes with his palms, facing the dark sky. Taking a few deep breaths, he ran his fingers through his hair roughly. She got back up, her face swelling. He glared at her, “She was our ticket out of here!â€? Princess shook her head, “No, the money was going to save us, not her. She couldn't do anything for us!â€?“Then what did you do to her?!â€? Silence. But in the silence, he started noticing an odd smell coming from the car. “I just…â€?“Left her in there?â€?She nodded, and then walked a few paces to the bushes, reaching through twigs and thorns to reveal a briefcase. He couldn't believe his eyes. “Princess, I’m-““It’s fine. Let’s just get moving.â€? She said, tossing him the briefcase. =] Confused? Just some light writing I wanted to do. Not exactly in the direction I was aiming for, but whatever helps get out of a writers block.HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!
...Story Time 3
Posted by Ronnica on Nov. 28, 2012, 11:14 p.m.
@ Steven : It's just a short story, there really isn't supposed to be any depth to it. Kinda like a Quentin Tarantino movie, you look at it and then just accept that that's that!
Aight, so at first I'm like oh yeah :PThen I realize what's actually going on, left with the feeling I had to begin with (thinking something Crash (1996)'ish), then he starts smacking Princess, and I'm reminded of Princess (2006) (for no particular reason).After reading until the end I'm left entertained =) Just felt like sharing my experience. Wish I could write…
Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
At first, I thought this was some adventure time fanfiction. Man, the word princess has been totally redirected in my mind because of that show. lol
Reading this made me feel good. My wife writes, but doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting published. Do you do this professionally? a slight peek at older blogs suggests so.