There’s an infestation under my skin. I’m craving a little more affection than you’re willing to give. Baby, I don’t do subtle && I refuse to settle for anything less than three. I want to be wooed until I’m wowed. Til my feet can’t touch the ground. I love you a little less than a dark night at sea, less than a foggy car crash, less than a lonely night spent wandering the roads for something better. I’m sick of this town. It breeds nothing but ideals which we can’t live up to. Every corner turned has a memory. The good. The bad. The hazy. They all merge into one until I just can’t stand it anymore. This town’s a coma patient, reliving past experiences until you can finally wake it. Tragedy is just around the corner. Can you give me a little less hope to hang onto?
Author notes
option [C]
manorexic
A contest entry
- Prewrite Quickie!!! by ShadowsMidnightRose.
1762 points, ended February 24, 2008, 23 entries
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This was ok.... It's not one of my favorite styles, but it works with this piece. I feel you pain, although it would be better if you add some line breaks, and some more imagery. Of course these are only suggestions...
Thank you for entering my contest, and good luck!
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