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Tibesti New Member
since 1999-06-24
Posts 6New York, NY, USA |
The floor was an old wood, strong but varnish stripped by wear, the walls freshly painted white and the furniture handed down from older generations which hasn't seemed to recover from it's ancestral wear. He sat on the sofa silent, staring at the letters of words of a book but distracting them from their syllables and sentences, trying to get them to play, while they remained resolute in their adherance to old verse. Reforming letters into fragments of her opus on his life, he can't help but become anxious that he can't forget her, or worried that the words will never reveal to him the mystery of her hatred, and while he imagines her ideal and proud, the words float back together. The sun has been setting slowly, and he must turn on a light. |
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chris Junior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 29rowlett, texas, usa |
great... I never want to leave the room |
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Krystal Member
since 1999-06-19
Posts 140Shelton,WA USA |
Nicely done! I really liked the last line... great ending! ------------------ Shannon D. Montgomery ("Krystal") |
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