10.06.2008

Short-shorts based on archetypes

HERO
He needed a name to wear at the office, at last he decided on William.

SON
Stressed he looked into the mirror; he needed a miracle for the facial spots.

Daughter
She wasn't visibly blue -unlike the sky- she was busy gathering the books which had been scattered on to the floor by her husband.

Mother
He didn't seem the type to spend the night in a strange woman's house, yet he walked right in and let her put him to bed. The room smelled like her but the touch of the sheets and pillows were no comparison to the softness of her skin

Father
It wasn't easy for Paul to watch the strange man lift Nikole's baby, the man who kissed her on the neck each night while Paul found himself 500 miles north.Yet he watched as she smiled at the thin man without the knowledge of her observing fiance.

The Man
He bears the name of a hypocrite, he was born one and could do nothing about it. He finds himself sitting in their desk, paying their bills,feeding their children. He wants to break out of this bubble, the bubble that he was born into; he wants to punch her in the face- she who condemned him to live in such a place. He merely sits in the desk however, whistling as he pays their bills and feeds their children.

The Lovers

Jenna reminded him of his mother when she was angry but he never told her that.He was sure she knew how he felt about her and he needn't remind her nor did he need to make her angry by telling her she reminded him of his mother. No point in saying it anyhow, his mother would never lay in bed with him the way Jenna did.

The Horse

The boy named Jeremy has never once smiled at a person, at least not at school. People say he goes home and sits infront of the computer typing up poems that say how much he hates humanity, after that they say he cries himself to sleep. I've never been much for paying any mind to gossip but after hearing such things I spend most of my time focusing on the eyes of the boy named Jeremy, I want to see if they have any visible trace of tears.

The Lion

Mentor

I fell down the stairs in my haste and nearly dropped the child to its death. I ran into the car and sped off while they ran into their cars and rushed on after me.

The wheel

The family couldn't wait, they were the reason she rose up so early from her bed to mix eggs that were now swimming in hot oil. She poured the swimming eggs into the five plates that were set on the table and on her way back to the kitchen she tripped over the legs of the small boy. The boy lay cold and stiff on the ground, she searched desperately for a place to hide him, all the while his father was walking into the kitchen.

LISTS
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hero, son daughter, - 1 sentence
mom, dad,2 sentences
the man, lovers-3 sentences