Post by Artemis on Jun 27, 2004 15:45:53 GMT -5
Meh couldn't think to write poetry so wrote this instead. Hope you enjoy it.
The black clouds let loose another loud roar as the storm progressed further into the night. The sky flashed once more with bright lightning illuminating a lone figure walking on the sidewalk. The figures shoulders sloped down a cigarette burning slowly under the cover of the fedora.
He turns into a small, almost empty pub and walks slowly to the jukebox and slipping a dollar into it before walking to a corner table. As he sits down an older woman with black hair and wearing a waitress's uniform walks over to him. "What'll it be?" In the background the jukebox comes to life and the crooning voice of Dean Martin drifts through the air.
He looked up at the waitress and pushed his fedora up a little bit and moving the shadows out of his face. His black eyes flashed colding as the light reflected in them. His voice low and gravely as he spoke, "Double jack and coke." She nods and moves over to the bar and gives the order to the bartender.
She leaned over and whispered to the bartender, "Jack I don't like this guy. He seems like trouble." Jack just looked at her and gave a small grunt. He went about mixing the man's drink. The waitress looked back over her shoulder and she caught the man's eyes. He was staring at her! She felt her heart start quickening with an uneasiness that bordered on fear.
She took the drink back to the man and placed it in front of him. He took to drinking it as soon as she placed it down. She moved into the back room and tried to calm down. As she took several deep breaths she heard the front door open and yells soon followed by gunshots. She peeked out from behind the door and saw a bloody mess there were bodies everywhere. The only person still alive was the man that had come in earlier.
He walked toward the door and was almost out before he turned around and looked right at her. It was as if he could see through the door. Those cold, black eyes. seemed to catch hers. Then he left. She called the police and all she could remeber where those eyes. Those cold, black eyes like those of a shark.
The black clouds let loose another loud roar as the storm progressed further into the night. The sky flashed once more with bright lightning illuminating a lone figure walking on the sidewalk. The figures shoulders sloped down a cigarette burning slowly under the cover of the fedora.
He turns into a small, almost empty pub and walks slowly to the jukebox and slipping a dollar into it before walking to a corner table. As he sits down an older woman with black hair and wearing a waitress's uniform walks over to him. "What'll it be?" In the background the jukebox comes to life and the crooning voice of Dean Martin drifts through the air.
He looked up at the waitress and pushed his fedora up a little bit and moving the shadows out of his face. His black eyes flashed colding as the light reflected in them. His voice low and gravely as he spoke, "Double jack and coke." She nods and moves over to the bar and gives the order to the bartender.
She leaned over and whispered to the bartender, "Jack I don't like this guy. He seems like trouble." Jack just looked at her and gave a small grunt. He went about mixing the man's drink. The waitress looked back over her shoulder and she caught the man's eyes. He was staring at her! She felt her heart start quickening with an uneasiness that bordered on fear.
She took the drink back to the man and placed it in front of him. He took to drinking it as soon as she placed it down. She moved into the back room and tried to calm down. As she took several deep breaths she heard the front door open and yells soon followed by gunshots. She peeked out from behind the door and saw a bloody mess there were bodies everywhere. The only person still alive was the man that had come in earlier.
He walked toward the door and was almost out before he turned around and looked right at her. It was as if he could see through the door. Those cold, black eyes. seemed to catch hers. Then he left. She called the police and all she could remeber where those eyes. Those cold, black eyes like those of a shark.