02:30:58 pm on July 12, 2011 |
This is the second to last of the 7 sins, 7days, 7 stories challenge and my eyes burn just thinking about it.
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Her eyes are like deep blue bays on New Year’s night, each splashed with golden fireworks. Her hair shines like silk freshly unraveled by delicate hands, long, fine, and waiting to be discovered. I bought the best utensil available, ones like the professionals use. Silver, strong, and sharp. I brush her hair away and grasp the strands firmly in my hand as the scissors slice through the fibers. She stirs in her sleep and with the last of my time I drop bleach behind her lids. No one should look at those golden fireworks again; unless they are mine.
A story just isn’t complete with out your age ol’ envious stalker.
Just the idea of having bleach in my eyes is unpleasant and makes them water… Not to mention my vanity just can not handle the idea of losing my lushous locks.
Speaking of Vanity our last sin is Pride.
Sneak peak: ““You think you did this on your own, my boy?” The voice echoes in his mind.”