Hey! Wait a second! Yes, I see that you’re in a hurry, but please, hear me out. Just a moment, just a moment. It’s all I ask. Good, good, thank you! Very much! Now then, on to business. Let me just pull this out of my bag here… Look at it! What does this look like to you , my good man? You are positively correct, sir! It’s an ordinary pear. At least, it looks to be such. But take a bite, go on! Taste it! Oh no, you’ve spit it out all over my coat… No matter at all, I’ll just get it dry-cleaned for the eighth time this week, don’t worry about it! Oh just a little joke, ha ha! Really, it’s been twelve. Another joke, sir, another joke. But...
Timid and cautious, she's come to play,
What bright blue eyes and worried frown!
The fun will come with fluorescent day
When paths converge to walls of white.
All hesitation that accompanies clay
Is washed away when watered down,
And with seasons, drops of liquid may
Carve rock out from foundation's might.
But
nothing
feels
the
same
again
And thoughts come softly and softly leave,
A whisper against the whitewashed den
That becomes her skin and silent smile.
Happiness soaks into her from within,
And eyes follow rivers with contented ease.
Scars are painted and artificial skin
Keeps her quietly blissful all the while.
"I'm not leaving you," he said quietly, almost to himself. Then, louder, he repeated the statement. "I'm not leaving you."She remained staring at the wall, trying not to acknowledge his words or his presence. He knew she could hear him though, by the way her mouth twitched downwards into the beginnings of outward disgust. The rest of her remained unmoving save for the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed a bit too sharply to be considered resting; she didn't blink at all in her concentration to ignore him. He sighed and stepped forward toward the bed she was sitting on and laid a hand on her shoulder. She visibly flinched as soon as ...
There is a grim, tragic beauty in being human.We all have the same needs, the same emotions.We all are characters in the same book, passing from the pages as the Author sees fit to take us from the ever-evolving story. It's all known in His head, yet the Hand has yet to scrawl the ending across the paper. And then when the book is done, He will begin the grand sequel with a few characters brought over from the first - but not all. Because though we now live our fleeting lives between the covers, only a few will survive the ending.In this story, the start of the series, one character's life is so acutely intertwined with the rest. Humans ar...
Shadows without faces slither in the darkened corners before, bit by bit, they find their way to where I am sitting against the wall, holding my knees to my chest, arms wrapped around them in a poor sort of shield. They don't protect me at all from the icy touch of the demons. Crawling, they push against each other to grab at me, grasping with outstretched claws for my skin.Suddenly, my mother enters the room and her angry voice gives the creatures pause."What in the world are you doing down there?" she asks.I look up at her, eyes flitting between her glower and the hissing things. "Nothing.""You need to clean this room, is what you shoul...
He's made a mask to keep them out,
Those who never quite understood him,
And those who never will.
It's not that he isn't worth knowing
(Far from it);
They're just too wrapped up
In their own selfish lives
And petty dramas to realize
Exactly what they've missed.Thick, calloused from the friction of the world,
He slips it on and not a crack shows through.
A carefully painted smile dons the lips;
Glass eyes always looking in the
Same
Exact
Direction,
Never wavering;
Movements precise, exact.
His practiced expressions appropriate,
Responses mechanical.He is not himself,
But that's how they prefer it.
There once was a long-time neighbor of mine by the name of Mr. Howard Delaney, who stood outside in his garden for hours on end in the pouring rain. There was no Mrs. Delaney to speak of; the man was a bachelor all his lifetime, never quite showing any interest in courtship and the like. I say was for the singular reason that the unusual habits of my neighbor indisposed him. That is to say, Mr. Delaney took gravely ill; gravely, indeed , for he passed on with a cold head gifted to him by a head cold.I was distressed at the news of this, as you can imagine, having lived by the fellow for such a long while- most of my life, in fact- a...
this is a mortifying account but i’m keeping it up for posterity (and my partners would be upset if i deleted it)
might add new art, idk
disgruntled cat in a sweater:
Geez, it's been a while hasn't it? I've been a bit on the fence about writing anything because I really just kind of gave up on actually keeping this account? I mostly use it to check messages, and even then I don't really check them more than once every few months...But basically since last year, things are... alright I suppose, I moved out of my parents' house and am living on my own in an apartment. Having some troubles with bills but otherwise it's a pretty okay place to be. I'm an office assistant/tech manager at the animal shelter in town. I'll probably end up as the office manager after December, which is what I'm being unofficially...
