grumpy - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Grumpy is when my inner dragon comes to play, it's something I'm working on controlling... but, the thing is, it's just there to protect me, as a friend. And it comes with the snarls and the barks and my job is to ensure it's not hurting those I love. I think we all have an inner dragon, its' just that some folks have never had to summon theirs and I'm happy that they have been so blessed... because once you have one, it guards and seeks potential danger, alert to the smallest of things, only sleeping when everything feels safe. So yes, my grumpiness is me, it's my pet dragon, but it sure would help a lot if things around me were calm.
Paul's face was smooshed into the pillow, his jaw at an uncomfortable angle. He stayed like that for a time before speaking to Lacy, eyes still on the dull fabric, "I've been boring for two days."
Lacy half smiled, eyes still round, face relaxed. "Yes. You have. Very boring for two whole days, yet I'm still here. Just how shallow do you think I am anyway?"
Paul stifled a small laugh and turned over to look into her eyes, "Sorry, didn't mean to call you shallow."
Lacy smiled back in the same way she did when the cat did something cute. "That's okay. Next week I promise to be grumpy at least once. K?"
It wasn't just rain, it was a downpour as heavy as Mac had ever seen. Walking though a waterfall couldn't get any wetter. The drops struck the already wet sidewalk, pitting the surface like they were bullets from above. There was no harm in it, Vancouver would be just the same after the storm had passed. But by then it would have washed the evidence down the storm drains. He scowled into the dark of almost noon, his mood a perfect mirror of the sky above.
Jasper sat on the damp concrete of the school yard throwing a tennis ball at the gym wall. No matter how hard he tried it was always a C, sometimes with a plus added to soothe his ego. Neil McAllister got A's without trying and he smirked every time his results were called out. He didn't want his lunch, he didn't want to talk to anyone and he didn't want to be in this poxy school anymore. He just wanted something he wasn't mediocre at.
Scowl, stomping, rough with everything, cloaked in blackness, in an invisible shroud, snappy, grumbling, complaining, nothing’s right, biting at everyone, wanting solitude.