She was the common tomboy, girl-next-door. She had a sweet smile, mischievous eyes, paired with always-blue clothing. When I looked out the window, I saw her on the front lawn, her shapely legs covered in mildly tight denim, her plain white and blue checkered blouse buttoned to just above her breast. When she laughs, the world brightens just a little, when she cries, storm clouds fill the sky.
She is kind, she volunteers during the weekend, tutors children every other weekend. She's in the orchestra, first chair, but humble.
Even her name is kind, Angela.
Now, she, she was the opposite. Sexy and deadly. She's the common bad girl, she rides a motorbike, she only ever wears leather or other tight clothing. She has bright blue eyes, always filled with danger and sadness. The slight curve of her perfect, cupid's bow smile is enough to stop a lesser man's heart. She flips her bright red hair and the golden strands shine through like the sun on a cloudy day.
She is wretched. She clubs on weekdays, riding her motorcycle into the neighborhood at late hours, only to leave, slamming the house door with a shouted curse. She fights, professionally. She is everything you want, and everything that will hurt you. Her name is Vanessa.
Yet Angela is a dark angel, Vanessa a light. One will corrupt you, one will save you. But which is which?
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Random Bits of My Brain
RandomI'm just writing down story ideas I got and bits of dialogue that I can't string into a book. Maybe I'll make this into a the journal of a character from a book I write but for the times being, here is some odd thoughts from my brain. Enjoy the sane...
