Thursday, August 7, 2008

Fiction

She bit her nails. Through her elbows on the desk she could sense her classmate's pencil tapping across the back of a maths worksheet. Her knees were cold - very slightly. It was more as if she was experiencing the abstract concept of low temperature, than actually-

She sighs, frustrated, and rubs the entire paragraph out.

(55 words)

O:
Jing Xuan

(By the way, 'fiction' is the title of this piece of fiction.)

1 comment:

We are... said...

I LIKE YOUR SHIRT. I WANT TO SUCK IT.

Yea. Actually, I liked the concept of not really feeling cold, just feeling sort of like you should. So you do. Mind over matter XD WTF I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

<3 Nana