unhappy - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Happy was Cleo's usual state, yet as Sam stared at her in that cold way - the way he always did right before he torn her new ears - her stomach turned rigid. She felt her spirit sink into nothingness and her aura turn monochrome. Over their years together she had tried to spot these turns, to "medicate" them before they set in to do her damage, but to no success. For the next little while she was scheduled to be unhappy and there was nothing in the world to prevent it. Sam needed to vent and she was his only option.
Jazz smiled every day and only those who knew her well could tell a real one from a fake. Her grandmother always told her that life's winners were the ones that smiled, the ones everyone wanted to be around. She never told her how lonely it would feel though, not a soul ever understanding the things that brought her pain.
Tom knew before she spoke; the sparkle of yesterday was extinguished. Her eyes moved slower and always more down-cast, skimming the floor, rarely raising to eye level. It was in her voice too, quieter, with a meekness that wasn't usually part of her speech patter. She was unhappy in a way he hadn't seen before, like a small slice of bereavement.
Happiness was a luxury in those parts and any citizen appearing to be an emotional shade above depression were regarded with cynicism. They lived in that stupor of unhappiness, a state in which nothing unnerved anyone faster than a genuine smile. Only the babies smiled, and even then, not for long.
Heidi sits on the edge of her plastic chair, this is science class, her chance to shine. The other kids seem to come alive in art class, amongst the pastels and fine charcoal pencils, but for her the sight of the laboratory was the heaven she craved. Art was amazing, art was beautiful, but not when drawn by her hand. By her hand it was like a three year old with a broken arm was given a crayon and told to have fun. Mr Tobias was beaming at the front of the class, and she fought not to reflect it back, grinning at teachers wasn't cool. But as he announced the new assignment her face fell into a natural look of disbelief, her lips as straight as the pencil on her desk. Twenty percent of the grade was based on the artwork that went with it. Nine out of ten kids in the class voted to approve the new rubric and Heidi felt like something had just died in her mouth. Twenty percent. She could kiss her A's goodbye.
Ryan curled up in the fetal position and let himself cry like he was a kid again. His world had shattered and he didn't know if it would ever be right again. When the wracking sobs subsided he went to the bathroom to wash his face with cool water. He barely recognised the unshaved person looking back at him, those hollow eyes and sunken cheeks. He'd have to pull himself together for the kids, but for now they were with his mother and he could fall apart for the afternoon.
Jayne perused her social media page. Betty had new shoes from that designer store all the girls talked about and Tina's man had bought her a bunch of roses. She clicked like on both. Dave hadn't bought her flowers in a while, maybe there was something wrong. Perhaps she should drop some hints. Scrolling down there were Clara's vacation photos, gorgeous, she clicked "like" again but by now there was a tense feeling she couldn't shake. She kept on scrolling, adverts from companies and posts of grinning friends, all so happy. Rachel had a new hair do. She paused to look at her hair in the mirror and just as quickly looked away again. It was frumpy and dull. She checked her messages, no-one had replied to her messages in the past few minutes. They were online though, she could see that. She closed her laptop and headed out to the coffee shop, she could book a hair appointment at the salon next door for some cool new colours. Everyone just loved those pictures: "OMG," "WOW", "So cute xxx."
How had something so fun and exciting come to this? The sound of her voice used to warm him, the scent of her perfume had made his heart race and the touch of her hand had sent tingles down his spine. That was only three years ago. Now they worked two jobs each, trying to save up for their own place. Dates had been replaced with shifts, drinking with friends had become a pizza and a beer with a sit-com, usually alone. They passed each other like ghosts, neither with enough emotional reserves left after their jobs to take care of one another as the used to. Life had become a monotony. With all the best motives they had lost what was precious to them, the reason they worked so hard. The dream was dying in the wind and they had not enough energy to fix things. They had both become unhappy, each of them spent idle moments thinking of alternate lovers who might provide a quick fix to a deeper problem.