I've always envied people who could read eyes.
They say, the eye is the window to the soul. And your emotions, your motives, your deepest hopes and dreams you’ve always wanted to keep hidden, they’re like that girl who always strips all the way down when she’s changing. And she always makes a show of it right in front of the window. She pretends that she just doesn’t notice the blinds wide open right in front of her, but it’s that paper-thin attempt at keeping up an appearance of innocence that makes the whole thing that much sexier.
That’s what they say, at least. I wouldn’t have any idea, given that I haven’t seen it.
I once wrote a pretty good opening, then two endings that went off in a total different direction.
You can find those two here: http://fav.me/d3lh6io and here: http://fav.me/d3l2un4. Neither of them were very good.