(This will be where I put random writings and things that I feel like storing somewhere other than my computer. Everything from story ideas, too very random or off topic writings, like this one.)
A smile, such a pretty smile....
That seemed to be the general consensus. The man was always smiling, always laughing, always jesting and joking with those around him. And oh, what a pretty smile it was. Such straight, glorious white teeth that were only magnified by a strong chin and just the right amount of stubble. His laugh was a booming, hardy laugh, contagious in every sense of the word; he could fill a room with his laugher, and all around him would rejoice in its sound.
But the smile…the laugh… were only lies...
The smile, so beautiful and uplifting to look at, was nothing but a shadow. A mirage used to conceal his contempt and disgust of everything that was mankind. He wore a smile for the same reasons most wear clothes, to cover up the horrible secrets that lie beneath, and because it made him appear to be ‘socially acceptable.’ If anyone ever managed to actually get close to him they might see past the lie of a smile. But no one had. Not his lovers, not his ‘friends’, not even his sisters or brothers. They all fell for the illusion, hook, line, and sinker.
If they knew the truth behind the smile, behind the false laughter, they would run. Oh how they would flee from the demon in a man suite. If they only knew of the shadow that walked among them, watching them, waiting…
But it was such a pretty smile.
That seemed to be the general consensus. The man was always smiling, always laughing, always jesting and joking with those around him. And oh, what a pretty smile it was. Such straight, glorious white teeth that were only magnified by a strong chin and just the right amount of stubble. His laugh was a booming, hardy laugh, contagious in every sense of the word; he could fill a room with his laugher, and all around him would rejoice in its sound.
But the smile…the laugh… were only lies...
The smile, so beautiful and uplifting to look at, was nothing but a shadow. A mirage used to conceal his contempt and disgust of everything that was mankind. He wore a smile for the same reasons most wear clothes, to cover up the horrible secrets that lie beneath, and because it made him appear to be ‘socially acceptable.’ If anyone ever managed to actually get close to him they might see past the lie of a smile. But no one had. Not his lovers, not his ‘friends’, not even his sisters or brothers. They all fell for the illusion, hook, line, and sinker.
If they knew the truth behind the smile, behind the false laughter, they would run. Oh how they would flee from the demon in a man suite. If they only knew of the shadow that walked among them, watching them, waiting…
But it was such a pretty smile.