/lit/ - Literature

>>5213442
22. As I said it is just a first draft. I really wasn't paying much attention to how it was written. Here's some more, which will either confirm your opinion or not...

Ash, mindlessly flicked off the end of society’s bad habit, sent in whichever direction the wind happens to be blowing. Fragile, lost and forgotten with no control over destination or path taken; Ash is both the symbol of an addict and the pollution created by one.

32 minutes in, he found himself on the dance floor, alone yet surrounded by people. Fashionable youths danced around him, hipsters, punks, individuals that had chosen, for one night at least, to live alternatively. As Ash sipped the remaining contents of whatever drink he had chosen, his knees began to move in time with the music. He could feel it starting. Sounds became colours which combined and flowed into intricate patterns projected onto the inside of his eyelids.

The length of time between tracks the band was playing seemed much too long. Even during those empty soundless moments when the music briefly stopped he continued to sway. He needed stimulation.

Quite suddenly he felt the effect of alcohol dissipate in a tingling downward wave originating in his brain and ending in his gut. A stronger, warmer and more pleasant wave flowed in the opposite direction filling him with emotion. Euphoria and excitement filled his mind routing out any trace of despair or anger, he smiled.

Ash turned to the girl next to him, put his right hand on her shoulder, looked her directly in the eyes and said “You are extremely attractive.”

She smiled, a good sign, a sign that he liked very much. She was in fact very beautiful. Her straight brown hair ended neatly just below the shoulder drawing his attention to her symmetrical features and perfectly pouting lips. “You’re not someone’s girlfriend are you?” he said.

She looked around, seemingly unbothered by his abruptness, “No. I mean yes I am, but he’s not here, and that guy is just a Friend.” She pointed outside of his field of vision, which annoyed him slightly.

His eyes followed her arm, natural contours formed hills and valleys in a breath taking vista. Beginning at her shoulder his gaze slowly descended towards her fingers in an attempt to visually quench his thirst for her skin. While satisfying, this proved unsuccessful. As he reached her painted nails he noticed the other person, wearing a white t-shirt and sporting a fashionable hair style dancing beside them. “I’m going to chat with him for a bit to find out his intentions and whether or not he’s bothered by my flirting with you.” She smiled, nodded and went back to swaying her lithe, almost cat-like body to the beat.

Will continue if anyone is interested...