Chapter 2: Appropriate Apathy

by: nate1222

"...Anywhere the wind blooows..."

A pair of orange mini-headphones finishes chirping Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" into the pointy ears of a marble-pale female as she sits crouched, chin just above her knees, arms around her shins, gazing at the flames dancing from a rusted oil drum. A bang of her raven black hair covers one of her reflective scarlet eyes. Her plum purple lipstick with black lip liner sharply contrasts against her pale complexion. Her lug-soled, black boots tell tales of rough usage. Her loose fit, ripped up black jeans and red and black sports bra reveal her stomache and a tramp-stamp tattoo on the small of her back. Of her two blackened bat wings, the right one cups around her right side while the left wing extends forward to occassionally fan the flames in the rusted oil drum. She's fully aware that she's beautiful in ways that those of esteemed class would be ashamed to admit.

Just a snippet from my Creative Writing final paper

-nate1222