You and Ben walked down the streets quietly. The rest of the day had gone by so quickly it was like a blur to you and now it was time to go home. Lucky for you, Ben's family had bought the house across the street from your own. If you can really call that luck.
The point was, you and Ben were neighbors, went to the same school, and had all classes together. You found this slightly strange but maybe it was just coincidental?
Soon, the two of you were upon your houses and Ben turned to you.
"Well..It was nice meeting you today ____. Thanks for everything. I'll see you tomorrow."he says. You nod.
"Yeah, same here. See ya Ben."You say. The two of you exchange smiles and separate to your homes. As Ben entered his house, you noticed a woman sitting on the front porch. Ben seemed to say something like a hello to her but she didn't even seem to acknowledge him. She looked to busy crying.
"Strange people.."you murmured before entering your own house.
"Hello there sweetie!!"your mother greeted from the kitchen.
"Hey mom."you reply as you drop your stuff down and head to the living room.
"Have you met our new neighbors yet? Mr. and Mrs. Drawn."your mother asks. You shake your head.
"No but I met their son Ben. He's a strange fellow that one."you tell her. Your mother furrowed her brows at you.
"Ben? You knew Ben?"she asks. You glance at her from the t.v that your eyes were currently settled on.
"Uh..Yeah? I mean I just met him today sooo..What do you mean by knew?"you ask her. Before your mother could respond the timer in the kitchen rang out and she was gone. You felt confused and no longer in a t.v watching mood. You couldn't shake your mother's reaction when you mentioned the name 'Ben'. What did she mean by 'You knew him?'
You head up the stairs to your room and plop down on your bed. You glance out your window to Ben's house. You stare at it for a moment before noticing Ben at the window staring down towards the street. He wore a look of despair on his pale face.
"Ben? What's wrong?"you mumbled to yourself and as if hearing you somehow, Ben looked up and at you. His eyes locked onto yours. A soft smile adorned his features as he gave a shy wave and reluctantly, you wave back. Then, Ben disappears from the window.
Turning your gaze away from the window, you go back to your bed and lay your head down against the pillows.
Slowly, you relax your body and drift into a peaceful nap.
When you awoke again it was dark outside your window. You sat up groggily and spied the clock on your bedstand.
"8:30? Already!"you grimaced and hopped out of bed. As you stand, you can't help but take a glance at Ben's house where you could see him standing in the window again. The same look of despair was on his face but he looked even sadder this time.
In the darkness you couldn't see much but looking at the shadows on Ben's face, it looked as if he had something dripping from his eyes. Something dark. Tears? No normal tears are that dark though.
You stare at Ben in curiosity as he wipes the dark stuff from his eyes before smearing it on his windows as he wrote out something but you couldn't tell what it was.
Maybe he had smeared marker on his face? Marker doesn't drip on windows like that. You only had one last option, what if it was blood? Blood from where? His eyes? Why would Ben be bleeding from his eyes?
AS you pondered your thoughts, you failed to notice Ben's gaze on you. You jumped a bit when your eyes locked once more and nervously you threw him a smile but Ben didn't react. He just stared at you before turning away from his window and disappearing.
REALLY bad for being
AWOL from dA, the
partially for my
again, but this time
for real ;n; In any
case, I hope this
suffice for my
leave.. :points: 300
Little thing called
Talent"My name is
Marc, my emotional
life is sensitive
and my purse is
empty, but they say
I have talent."Marc
talent means the
skill that someone
has quite naturally
to do something that
is hard, a high
degree of ability
that a person was
born with. It's
wandering in the
a beautiful letter
written by Sergio
Larrain in 1982 to
his nephew, who had
Larrain where to
begin to become a
and foremost, you
have to have a
camera that fits you
well, one th...
is all about
exposure to the many
talented yet under
going unseen on
The artists chosen
truly deserve more
attention based on
low counts of
and watchers, added
to their incredible
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More