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myOtaku.com: Ayame Sensei


Saturday, February 16, 2008


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I took one last swig from the bottle of wine, searching for the last few drops. I placed it back on to the cluttered, dirty dinner table just to have it wobble uncertainly, fall, then roll down the the linoleum tiled floor, shattering into a thousand glass shards. I eyed the broken remains of the bottle longingly. I felt as if I were about to retch, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. Dry ebony hair wavered slowly before my eyes, blown slightly by the cheap metal fan which lay on the counter. It's constant hum was becoming unbearable....I slitted my dark eyes angrily, picking up a full wine bottle that lay to my right. Cursing profoundly, I thrust the glass bottle into the air, hurtling straight towards the chipped wall,causing the bottle to shatter, sending a flood of red wine streaming down the shabby wall, down thecounter top and onto the floor. The fan still buzzed....

Yeah. The End. I do not intend on finishing this.