Part 5Seven o' clock came more abruptly than the sunrise and cast a grievous stare into her bedroom. Dense clouds make the sky's personality manic; yet the aire with which they float above her head are loftier than her own thoughts that loom closer to the carpet than her toes.Part 5
"How dense" she says to the clouds who strut proudly across the sky happily able to return to wherever it is they wish. "Like the cotton in your pillows. Dense enough to be." "Dense enough indeed." she smirked a bit, perhaps the clouds weren't so bad after all. She walked to her cabinets, noticing that for some reason the shards of glass were gone. Th
Part 4There was an minute of silence in their conversation before he spoke. "That didn't matter." "Nor does this, but it is happening." He put his face in his hands as he looked at her. "But you're pretty detatched from things, so is it?" "No, things just choose to be detached from me..." she ignored the parking lot's grumblings. "Where is it you've appeared from man?"Part 4
He smelled like bacon. "Around." "Around..." she repeated, now lost in some visual distraction. "Yeah, not far from here." "In the lands forgotten, or the lands that never cease to exist." "Both," he glanced up. "Hm, neither like
Part 3Any checkerboard life would make for an easy checkmate. She stared at the man, fear of losing another game of chess. "This doesn't make sense, my pieces are missing. Its unfair." He looked at her oddly and decided it better to drive off. Checkmate? Better to leave a board the way you found it; black on white. She took her pieces and went home. Her door called her to the appropriate lot, mumbling about how he was right. "Yeah yeah yeah," she slammed it shut. She threw the legal pad upon the table and grabbed another empty glass from the cupboard before sitting down at the table once more. "Ok. ThPart 3
Part 2There was a morning. She colored the legal pad with an orange highlighter. And scribbled, in pen, the name of him past. She reached for her glass, disappointed at finding it empty already. And reached for the one beside it to find it empty as well. "I feel important today," she said to no ones. "Whose to be more important than you?" The no one's replied back. "No one I suppose," she sighed, pushing the empty glasses away. The glasses fall off the table and onto the floor, where they break into pieces and lie with what's left of other cups that had met the same fate as them. "Broke your glaPart 2
New and budding,
fantastic and fresh--
then
something
wilted.
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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~And Morgan says, “Maybe love won’t let you down; all of your failures are training grounds, and just as your back’s turned you’ll be surprised,” she says, “as your solitude subsides.”~
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~And Morgan says, “Maybe love won’t let you down; all of your failures are training grounds, and just as your back’s turned you’ll be surprised,” she says, “as your solitude subsides.”~
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Leave the end to me, I'll finish before it begins, before you end, before I even start.
-theklauz
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