Writing Prompt

I didn’t trust him. Not because he seemed sly or two-face. He was just too good looking. And I have learnt that handsome faces are not to be trusted.

His face was so perfectly chiselled, and his neck was so muscular…it would be hard to strangle him.

His biceps, his chest, his shoulders…his everything, really was a masterpiece. At least he wasn’t an abstract piece - they’re even more difficult to...

She was shaped like an uppercase Y. With her pointy, ugly chin tied to her stick-thin body, making her look down on everyone as she grows taller and taller. At times, she would disconnect her chin and look up instead, showing her dark horizontal lined neck during the process. One could see each and every grotty crevice if they looked close enough. I’ve noticed her disgusting details on her neck, w...

Marcus was Adonis, by any other name, and Gerald hated him for it. Six two, with a Spanish complexion, that oh so chocolate skin, hair as black as coal, and the physique of an athlete to boot. What wasn’t there to hate? His face was doe-like in its openness. Pity he couldn’t be run over by a car, thought Gerald. He had the easy swagger and bulging biceps of the regular gym-goer. He wore suits, exp...

I am at the pool, with my one piece plus size bathing suit, followed by my tree trunk thighs. A long comes this sex pot accompanied by a flock of men. Here I am sitting at the pool alone, Plus, I forgot to bring sunscreen. Not one of those men looked over at me.They don’t realize that she had work done on on her face,her lips, breast implants, tummy, tucks, and a butt lift. She was pretty, and I...

I looked at her long, blonde hair that was flowing and whipping everywhere as she put it back into a ponytail. Her hair was like the sun. A beautiful honey blonde that I think could have come up with its own name, a new color. Her eyes were so green, like a forest. So many different shades of green, teal, and blue. I felt disdain for myself as I gazed upon her beauty. She had to know her own beau...

Her eyes, thats what made me hate her first; before i even met her. then it was her hair, her clothes, her perfect little shoes. but her eyes were the worst, green and sharp, never baggy, always outlined by black makeup, and always, always on the hunt....

Ah, yes, There he is as flamboyant as ever. Walking through like he owns the place. How arrogant and pretentious. It's a wonder how anyone likes him. With his silky blonde hair that never seems to be out of place. I wonder how long it takes him to look so damned perfect.

With his perfect body, all built and toned. He looks like he didn't have to even work to look like that, like it's j...

Hunter Starking. What a great guy he likes to think he is with his stupid dark brown eyes that sparkle when he smiles, his dark skin that shines in the light of the sun, his fluffy blonde hair framing his face, his pearly white teeth and - worst of all - his height. And Hunter had the audacity to fall for my sister!...

He wasn’t even that tall, as long as you weren’t standing right next to him. He acted tall, and had the aura of a lofty kind of guy, but he didn’t have the height to back it up. Now, he had good, thick hair and that much I will concede. It was long too, flowed all the way down over his fancy armour and looked tangled like an unattended garden. I wish I had hair like that, but hey, who doesn’t?

I’...

Their eyes glow hazel

Like a wart on a toad

Their face shines smiles

That make me want to hit the road

Her clothes lack effort

And her manner seems off

I wish i could hit myself with a brick

Because seeing her makes me sick

I dont like many things about her

Not her freckles her dimples or wrinkles

Her bags are so low so dark and so hollow

She musnt have slept for many tomorrows

I hate her manner

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