For being a child who was pretty nonchalant about everything I would always get a bit of nervous angst built up for some unknown reason. After keeping calm and staying still every now and again I would have to let this energy out. Sometimes it was a large, visible(more) twitch, other times it came out as an ear piercing scream. Specifically after lunch period, and during math class. How did math bring about this sudden need to scream? I have no clue, but it sure did feel good screaming in the hallways...(less)
It wasn't so conspicuous at first, just a slight sneer that would cross her upper lip, distorting a little the perfection of her face, the symmetry that graced each side of her face. Last week was hot. I watched a perfectly formed bead of sweat streak gracefully on the delicate(more) blonde hairs on her upper lip. I watched it, envious as it graced her skin, the pink of her mouth, hanging open, softly exhaling warm air. I sat in a trance, wondering if her perspiration knew how lucky it was when the left side of her lip pulled toward her ear. She hadn't moved at all, her head stay cocked slightly to the right, her eyes fixed directly in front of her. The bead of sweat was mercilessly thrown from her skin. I scanned her face again, looking for the least sign of any imperfection. I found none, symmetry was restored. Her sleepy eyes were perfectly spaced away from her gracefully subtle greek nose, her blonde hair fell like a halo gently tickling the sides of her ears.
But the twitch. It contorted her face like a hook in her lip, like the fish that took the bait. And everything that was once so perfect fell into a skewed perception of ugliness.(less)
The walls passed by him with unbelievable speed. This ride would not be forgotten- so much so, that any time he achieved appreciable speeds, by vehicle or elevator or any means, he would become terrified. You couldn't see it in his demeanor, just the twitch of his left eye's(more) lid.(less)