Loves Insanity

This here is a picture I made myself as a book cover for a short story I wrote. ^^ It's for a contest on figment.com where you write something five hundred words or less about a couple no one approves of. Give me some feedback on what you think!

~Story~



It starts with a glance…
The moment two gazes connect…
That’s all it takes to know that love is what creates the insanity in this world…

He was a boy that lived the life of luxury. He got whatever he wanted if he asked. If he wanted money, he got it. If he wanted a sports car, he got it. If he wanted the Swedish bikini models, he got them. Everyone catered to his needs. But not everything was what it seemed… The boy had a love for dance, but his parents believed it tainted the soul. They scrutinized those who didn’t have the fortune they did. It drove him mad. Though unbeknown to his parents, he led a secret life. A life of dancing with a group of street dancers that caused public disturbances.

She was the girl that lived the life of a street rat. Treated like garbage, spit on, taunted. But she never let it get to her. She was able to do what she loved. Dance. The family she had were those who also lived on the streets. Her dance crew. They were a tightknit group with her as their leader. They did flash mobs where ever they could to get their point across.

They were there, and this was their home.

She and her group couldn’t stand those who looked down on them. Those rich and snobby families that thought they were so much better than everyone else. It wasn’t until months later that they’d found out they had the son of the biggest corporate tycoon in their midst. They were furious. But their leader felt something much more…


“Evabelle, please! Just listen to-”

“No! You lied to us… You lied to me…! I trusted you!” She exclaimed, trying to hold back her tears by using what rage she felt in her heart.

“I know… I’m so sorry… I never wanted to hurt you, or the crew! I swear!”

“Well you did just that. To think the oh so rich and handsome Jhonathon Stark had wormed his way into our group… I should’ve known.” She said and looked away in bitterness. “I cared about you…” The words came out as a half whisper, and she clenched her fists.

Jhonathon stepped forward, seeing what pain she felt… “Evabelle… I care about you too… more than you know…”

“Shut-up!” She snapped at him, and whipped her gaze to glare into his icy blue eyes. “You couldn’t possibly care for “street trash” like-” She was suddenly cut off.

He kissed her…

No warning…

He held her close, with no intention of letting go.

Evabelle was shocked… though after realizing what was happening, she tried to push him away. She tried her best but his hand held the back of her head in place. She fought as her tears started to cascade. Her mind was screaming that this was wrong… but her heart cried out even louder saying it was so right…