 |
Light and darkness.Color and void.A silent symphony of twisting, reverberating nothingness, echoing in ears I no longer possessed.And then, all at onc..
|
|
I was halfway down the stairs when I remembered how exhausted I was. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, smacked myself in the face a couple times, and set o..
|
|
I nearly jumped out of my skin, all fatigue forgotten. Beck yelped, although more out of surprise than any real concern, and immediately unlocked the ..
|
|
I woke up the next afternoon and the sun was already getting ready to go down. It was Tuesday.Like most mornings, I felt a moment of peace and content..
|
|
After about two hundred rounds of "thank yous" and "you come back soons", I managed to extricate myself from the Colonel and continued up the street. ..
|
|
So much for comfort and stability, I mourned, shuffling back into the shop. This is what I get for opening that stupid book. Now I've got no Beck, my ..
|
|
I stumbled home that evening, sober enough I suppose, but still not feeling up to using the Text. True to Buck's promise, I wasn't sure I'd be able to..
|
|
Sunlight, filtered through the venetian blinds the previous tenant had left in my bedroom, wormed its way through my eyelids and woke me up. In no hur..
|
|
I couldn't decide if I should hold her hand or not, as we were walking down the street to find some breakfast. Were we "dating" again? Or "trying thin..
|
|
I took my time finishing breakfast. The one bad thing about Juliet's otherworldly cooking was that it commanded near- complete focus, and I had a lot ..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This