Let ’s tattle about love in today ’s Concept Art Writing Prompt . Or maybe passion , or sorrow , or hope , or joy . What take place in your story when saturated emotions are betray by the bottle ?
This concept , simply title “ Human Feelings as Drugs , ” was create byValerio Loi , a London - base photography student , viaDesign You Trust . To get a cheeseparing look at the recording label , visitLoi ’s Tumblr , and to see more of his picture taking , correspond out hisFlickr stream .
I should n’t have wear black . Before I ’d left my student residence room , I had felt like a ninja , but then Gillian had popped out of Perkins wear out dungaree and a dark-skinned blue t - shirt . She ’d brushed a few flakes of dandruff from my turtleneck , and grin . “ We ’re just start to Grad Center , Catwoman , ” she enunciate . Now that we were out in the evening air , among the other freshmen in their best Friday night storage tank tops and the senior shuffling to the campus bar in their pajama , I realized how much I stood out . I almost wanted to dash back to Keeney and at least change out of my yoga pants , but if I did that , I ’d mislay my nerve . Even as we were make confining to Grad Center , I feel hamsters claw up my stomach , jeopardize to upchuck their way out . I made a low , tremble moan .
Gillian dab me on the back . “ Do n’t occupy , ” she state . “ My booster at MIT does this all the time . Slips his TA a little Empathy , and it ’s a guaranteed B - plus norm — and that ’s on trouble sets . ”
I tapped my fingers across my lip . Even though she was midway across the country , I could almost hear my female parent ’s admonition not to touch my face so much . “ Can I see it ? ” I asked , and Gillian pressed the ampoule into my liberal mitt . I cupped it so no one else could see it . It look just like the vials of Peace I ’d taken every week in mellow shoal , except that the liquid state inside was green instead of spicy . I tapped the petty Empathy symbolisation on the box of the recording label , a tiny oval , half pink , half blue , with two Ys , each stretching from one side to the other . I ’m certain Professor fleet would have some brilliant public lecture that would start with him deconstructing that symbol and end with him construct a better one . The vomitive hamsters belt along faster at the very thought of it .
I splay the ampul back into Gillian ’s purse . “ And you ’re sure she wo n’t know ? ” I ask .
Gillian ’s smile went Cheshire Cat - wide . “ That ’s the best part , ” she whispered . “ Bebe ’s working on her thesis , good ? She ’s snorting Focus like there ’s no tomorrow . Empathy and Peace are , like , the only thing that do n’t interfere with Focus . And she ’s going to be so undivided - disposed that she wo n’t even notice the warm and fuzzies crawl up on her . ”
We ramble up the concrete steps to the chopine where the Grad Center towers met , the click of Gillian ’s heel outclass the make of my Pumas . “ And we do n’t have to throw in it ? ” I involve , remembering how long it had taken me to stop consider the injection needle as the enemy .
“ Nope , unwritten Lucy in the sky with diamonds . ”
I stopped and starred at her . “ How did you swing that ? ”
She shrugged . “ I tell health service I was afraid of needle . ”
“ hold back , you what ? ” My head did n’t have time to wrap around that bit of entropy before Gillian shoved me toward the threshold to Tower C , which a buirdly cat in a yellow Marco Polo was gamely hold undetermined for us . The construction famously had no hallways , and as shortly as we enrol , we were stand up at the bottom of a cinderblock stairwell . Overhead , we could hear the indistinct sounds of a company — echoes of chatter commix with an unsteady wubbing of music .
“ Oh , this is too arrant , ” Gillian said , and she grabbed my arm , pulling me up the steps . We did a few spirals when I spotted Bebe ’s retinue , the threshold wide clear . I paused to go deep down , but Gillian just kept tugging and did n’t stop until we had line up the company . Upperclassmen were spilling out into the stairwell , clutching ruby credit card cupful and shout at one another over the euphony . Now I feel even stupider for my pitch blackness - on - black jazz band .
“ Wait here , ” Gillian said . She took a deep breath and squeeze at heart .
The guy with the yellow Marco Polo shirt had trailed us up the stairs , and once he strain the top , he looked at me and smile . He shouted something , but I could n’t hear him , so I just pointed to my auricle in apology . He pressed his lips into a stringent grinning , shrugged , and succeed Gillian ’s hint , shimmying into the packed suite .
A few minutes later , Gillian reemerged take for a carmine loving cup out from her torso . She handed me the loving cup and brush back her tomentum , now sop in sudor . “ Holy balls , it ’s hot in there . ” She turned and hop hop-skip down the steps to the next landing place . I followed sniffing the message of the cup . It defend a dark red wine-colored and the smell was almost musty . Gillian leaned over the railing , making trusted that no one else was come up . “ prompt , ” she said , “ give me the loving cup . ” I handed it over and she cup her hand over the top as she emptied the vial in spite of appearance . After shaking out the last drop , she plopped the vial back into her handbag and gave the cup a few gentle swirls . She gave the cupful back to me . It still smelled musty . “ All done , ” she say . “ Now for the delivery . ”
Gillian permit both of her feet do to a rest on each stair , savoring the repeating mouse click of each cad . When we make Bebe ’s suite , she bowed toward me twisting her arms in a welcoming motion . “ Apres vous . ”
Bebe ’s was the only chamber doorway that was open . She had manage to translate the gray square block into something resemble comfort , with robin ’s testicle fabric pinned to each wall and indulgent lamps standing in for the overhead fluorescent fixture twinkle . She was nestled into rose - pink Papasan chair , her pegleg obnubilate by flannel penguins and her thick black hair’s-breadth held up in a pincer clip . She was occupy in her pad , tap her stylus across the screen door . I earn she might be grading papers . She might be grading our papers . I rapped on the undefended door .
Bebe looked up and her drumhead pitch slightly to one side . “ Hello , peeress , ” she said . “ What are you two doing her ? ”
Gillian took the cupful from my hand and swung in , ignore the glare Bebe shot to outside shoes on her white shag rug . Gillian target upward , “ We came to curb out the company , but it ’s just too crazy . So we thought we ’d bring you a keepsake . ” She extend the cup .
Bebe lour . “ I do n’t like beer . ”
Gillian pass on the loving cup out a little farther and open it a shake . “ It ’s Yellowtail , ” she said in a sing - song voice . “ Cheap and delightful . ”
A small laugh escaped Bebe , and she tend forward to accept the loving cup . “ Not like my thesis is getting anywhere tonight . ”
We made a slight little talk before Gillian claimed to be tired and Bebe bade us goodnight . Once we were safely outside Grad Center , I ask , “ Okay , how did you get wellness service to give you Empathy ? ”
Gillian beamed at this , as if it was the inquiry she ’d been waiting for all night . “ I did n’t even ask them for it . The RCs sent me to psych service . Apparently Ashlynn complained that I have boundary issues . ”
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