Bottled UpA Chapter by DavidRyanMMy thoughts came to me tonight and asked me, politely, to turn them off. They started off excited to be thought up, but now they have gotten tired. The constant running around in my head has killed off the fat one, they called him Hope. He had tripped on his own clumsy feet and got chewed up by the Reality monster. They can't afford to lose all of themself. They run and run and run. They're out of breath and just start to repeat themselves like the ticking of a clock. That's what they are...just ticking and repetition. "We will try to escape!" screamed the one I have taken to be the leader. "We will not keep this up and let you continue to abuse us. We have noticed that our actions have taken their toll on you. Your eyes are all bagged up, your stomach growling from ignoring your own hunger pains. You cannot carry on like this or you will become complacent. You will lose your footing like Hope and be eaten by the Reality monster." I ignored his plea. Just like I have ignored everything else. They will continue to run until I have had my fill of them. And then they shall run some more. I stare at my wall and make them work. © 2010 DavidRyanMReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 18, 2010 Last Updated on November 19, 2010 AuthorDavidRyanMPortland, ORAboutStarting a new profile. Just for the hell of it. I'm in love with writing and reading. They're both a huge part of my world and I wish more people were into both of them, or at least just one of them... more..Writing
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