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[Original fiction] Wanderlust
Dec. 14th, 2010 06:48 pmNote: I have no idea what this is. I was on another weheartit kick last night and then this happened. It doesn't really make sense, I don't think; it's just a few character sketches. The characters: two nameless boys, one a city runaway, the other a country boy. They meet and go on a roadtrip. Please let me know if it's any good. I kind of fell in love with them in less than 600 words.
Wanderlust
He’s a boy with dark hair falling over his eyes, too long. There’s something quite like a smile at the corners of his lips and a glint in the deep brown of his eyes.
He’s running from something. If it weren’t obvious from his demeanor, the backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder and the guitar over the other added with his unkempt, unwashed hair and equally rumpled clothes suggest a quick and unruly escape. His plaid shirt is unbuttoned so that a smooth chest can be seen beneath. His black skinny jeans are nearly brown with dust and mud, an exact reflection of the roads outside.
Really, nothing about him should be attractive as he is right now. But even though he’s a cliché, every bad metaphor rolled into one person, there’s something in the way he holds himself that is captivating, striking right down to the core.
This boy has secrets. But there’s nothing intriguing about a boy on an adventure if he has everything to go home to and nothing to hide.
There was a single truth in this town: Nothing ever came here without a story to tell.
( +2 more sketches below the cut. )
Wanderlust
He’s a boy with dark hair falling over his eyes, too long. There’s something quite like a smile at the corners of his lips and a glint in the deep brown of his eyes.
He’s running from something. If it weren’t obvious from his demeanor, the backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder and the guitar over the other added with his unkempt, unwashed hair and equally rumpled clothes suggest a quick and unruly escape. His plaid shirt is unbuttoned so that a smooth chest can be seen beneath. His black skinny jeans are nearly brown with dust and mud, an exact reflection of the roads outside.
Really, nothing about him should be attractive as he is right now. But even though he’s a cliché, every bad metaphor rolled into one person, there’s something in the way he holds himself that is captivating, striking right down to the core.
This boy has secrets. But there’s nothing intriguing about a boy on an adventure if he has everything to go home to and nothing to hide.
There was a single truth in this town: Nothing ever came here without a story to tell.
( +2 more sketches below the cut. )
