Existing.Hope all's well for whoever reads this, if anyone.
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Some Like it LoudIt was loud. Christine’s nose was leaking blood like a faulty tap. The car nearly swerved off the road and she sloppily steered it back between the lines, the tar shifting and turning between the steep ditches at its sides as she tried to make sense of the spinning world. Stunted tamaracks beyond the ditches swayed in queer rhythm through her disoriented eyes as dusk fell upon the countryside, the sky smeared with salient pinks and purples behind wisps of clouds like breaths from a baby in the cold. “Damn…” A loud song was pSome Like it Loud
by ~Nebri-Naclav
The Ugly TreeThe Ugly Tree
The Ugly Tree
The sun shines down on me in soft, luminescent rays that warm my being as my existence continues on.
The air around me is that of a light breeze, flowing through the atmosphere, tickling my dull gray persona teasingly. The grass below me is but of the loveliest shade of verde that could ever come to be and here...here, I am.
Here I am in paradise.
A paradise so picturesque, a splendor of
by ~Nebri-Naclav
Nothing HereThe air feels rather dry today. The sky is monotonous gray color; a homogenous mixture of a dark, dull mass across the sky above my head. The grass is damp and I can feel the water on my fingers as I brush my hands across the ground. So my question has come to exist and I study my surroundings trying to find the answer. But there is nothing here. Nothing…except for…that. There is a tall brick wall before me. The bricks are gray like the sky, and it looms so high and mighty in its lame state of being. But it is so much more thanNothing Here
by ~Nebri-Naclav
What You NeedWhat You NeedWhat You Need
The air is dry and the sky is dull today. The sun is suspended within it, a glowing orb of light that brings my world to life. And it is always like this. Beautifully yet horrifyingly constant in its blandness, it is here that I am damned to exist for the remainder of my sorry state of being. This place, so dismally homogenous, as far as I can comprehend this is all that is here for me. I move slowly over its surface as the time passes, searching for the discontinuity in the ever so unvarying plane of my subsistence that inwardly seethes me.&n
by ~Nebri-Naclav
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I hope that things are going well over at your end. I haven't been doing much image work myself but I've signed up to this competition...hopefully, I'll be churning out those images.
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Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.
--H. Means--
People actually read this crap? My mind has been more stimulated by reading the back of a cereal box! I tried to read your work and it made my eyes burnWhatt in Hell makes you think you can call yourself a novelist? If it was up to me, I'd make you write in your own blood, that way you'd actually think before you write, and if you didn't, you'd die from the blood loss. Either way, it will save those of us that enjoy good writing from being cruelly tortured by reading another one of your crap fests.
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