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Friday, February 9, 2007


   A Wish Ungranted

So...Every now and then, I get inspiration from some whacky thing, or whatever, and I write a literary piece. This is one such moment.

Whispers cloud your mind, delving ever deeper. Night closes in on all sides, like a cage. You're stuck in the recesses of your own mind. You feel like you're hyperventilating, but you don't need air. Claustrophobic, but this place goes on forever. It's limitless. It's empty. And you huddle into yourself, closing this place off. As your eyes flutter close for the last time, you hear a voice. And it speaks, saying, "I wish you'd come back to me." The oblivion of eternal sleep overcomes you. And you smile.

Yes, a tad depressing, but I was bored, and I'm moderately good at writing depressing stuff...Especially when I actually have a plot..Hehe...

What do you think? Am I hopeless?

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