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Rough Draft -working title-"Do you have someone whose very existence makes you sick?"
Thats how it began. No, that is when I realized it. It really began long ago, possibly before my creation. Possibly before the concept of creation could be understood by beings like ourselves. That is beside the point, though.
I was the opposite of such a person. I am the opposite of other person. You'll find I lapse into the past tense when I talk about myself. It isn't because I think I have changed. Its also not because I'm dead, though that should be obvious, what with the first person narration and all. Just whose thoughts do you think you are reading, anyway? I don't believe you can speak to the dead. Well, I didn't. Anyway, no, its not because of anything special like that. A lot of people would tell you the opposite of someone who makes you sick is someone who makes you well. Happy. That isn't right though, least I don't think so. It seems to me that the opposite of hate isn't love, but apathy.
Hate ain't that far from
Rain-filled Redux -incomplete-The smell of cigarettes hung in the air, sicking and sweet, so fresh and new that it was almost possible to see the little cancer trails of smoke still hanging in the air. The night air was cool and calm, the heavy rain bathing the world in blue and grey hues. The evening was young, cars were still caught in rush-hour traffic as Alex walked home, umbrella in hand. Everyone he passed shared the same downcast stance, as if the cobblestone streets were a woman's eyes that could not be avoided without recieving the shame of examining the remainder of her flesh. He was almost home now, almost to the inviting couch that he passed out on every night, alone in the dark, almost to the slight chill of cold air passing under the doorway without inhibition, almost to the oppressive silence of the place he most loved and hated to be.
And she too, was almost home, though she did not know it yet.
Alex had been at work all day, at the coffee shop that he considered his office, writing his weekly repor
Thin Line Perhaps the most horrifying thing about our reality is to learn that there are no unearthly terrors, no things that go bump in the night or feed upon our nightmares. Our evil isn't physical. Its debateable. No monsters, demons or vampires embody our fears. Real life is not so simple. We cannot merely take sword and stake and cross in hand to destroy the evils we face. Instead, we are hit by cars, fall down stairs, or, in my case, struck with illness.
These thoughts cross my mind as I look out my window to a bleak, sunless day. It is noon, but one would never guess by the grey sky and snowflakes, not even fighting to stay in heaven, drifting lazily down toward my purgatory. The ground is cold and dead, like I often feel, trapped in bed for weeks on end before getting a chance to interact with the world out there.
Books are my saints, fantasy my salvation. Boredom stalks me endlessly. It never tires, a noxious gas just wai
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