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Saturday, February 25, 2006
waiting is.....
well, here i am, in my room writing another post that no one will ever read. not that i care. i find blogs boring and pointless, so maybe instead of copying everyone else and boring you all to death, maybe i'll write short stories instead. how 'bout it? i think thats a good idea, actually...... so heres the first installment, tell me if you like it, dont tell me if you dont (just kidding, i dont honestly care whether you like it or not)
the sun was shining down on the ruins of a palace. near a large collum (sorry, cant spell that word! damn...) stood a tall man. he was dark of face, skinny, and breathtakingly handsome. as he stared at the ruins of the palace, he whispered to himself, " this is what i came back for? what a waste of time." he shook his head and walked through the dismantled gate of the once magnificent palace.
dust lifted slowly from the ground as he walked over the ancient, threadbare carpets. his hands clenched tightly as he walked past what appeared to be the family room. he entered, and stared through the hole that gaped back at him.
"well, this is a site for sore eyes," he muttered angrily. he noticed something fluttering in the slight breeze, caught by a portion of the hole. he removed it and brought it up to the light. for the first time, his face registered shock and pain. it was a picture of the family, his family.
"i thought none of these survived," he said loudly, almost too loudly. his mind was overflowing with the memories of the fire that had consumed not only the palace, but his family as well.
he turned over the picture, and glanced at the inscription on the back. it was simply the date and the name of the photographer. he tucked away the picture deep into his coat and continued on with his investigation.
thats all for now, hope you liked it, and remember, copy it and DIE!!!
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