https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dramatic/ Nothing small happens in her life. It has always been so, since as long as she can remember. She checks her makeup, wondering, too much, too little? Lipstick, she decides and chooses a scarlet shade, Estée Nectarine. Hair? Perfect. Outfit? A tailored black dress, neat, purposeful. Here's the bus.
A young writer with a whole lot to say and a great ability to say it
Your cramped, sweaty loft is your home away from home; your most frequented place being Bullseye Coffee, the only coffee shop you are habitually devoted to, out of the eighty-four other coffee shops grounded in Springfield, Missouri. Also found at Bullseye Coffee includes: skinny dudes with skateboards covered in stickers that say things like, SK8 OR DIE, Death Wish, Vans, Nirvana, Blow Me; girls dressed in all black with eyeliner that doesn’t seem to have a point of resolution, but mysteriously appears trendy and elegant, a style you’ve attempted and decided failed when you looked like you were auditioning for a role of angsty goth girl number five even despite your often colorful clothing; vagrants who need a glass of water, a couple dollars, or conversation with the baristas, who were welcoming despite slurred speech and poor conversational skills; the kind of people who clue a whole room in on…
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