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Friday, May 19, 2006
On the brink of Insanity
Seriously, I feel like everyone is yelling at me for some reason. It's very strange and irritating.
I think I'm just going through withdrawl from anime. I just don't have access to any and it's really quite distressing! Well, once summer comes maybe I'll be able to watch TV.
Twelve days left! I'm really very excited.
I need an opinion quick on this writing, please. It shouldn't take that long to read:
The little girl bent down and picked up a dandelion. It was wilted and browning. She looked around and saw the rest were all like that. She got up and looked at all the other lawns on that street. They were all perfectly identical to each other. The grass was a deep, healthy green. Across the street from where she was standing every lawn was free of dandelions and trees, free of brightly colored flowers that smelled sweet, and free of any ornamentation at all save for the scant few short, prickly shrubs that guard the doors. Or at least it seemed that way to her.
The old woman saw the little girl from her front window. She stood and watched. She was picking flowers. The old woman turned and looked at the rest of the neighborhood. She saw the seven cloned houses with their identical browning, prickly lawns. She then looked up at the sky. It was graying. Dark storm clouds were slowly drifting in from the east, effectively blotting out all signs of a blue sky and turning everything in sight a sick green color. She turned back and shut the shade.
Outside, the wind became cool. The little girl had abandoned her dandelions and started walking home. The wind was picking up. She was running. Her house was still a couple blocks away. Houses were flying past, only green and grey blurs to her, and now she could feel little pinpricks of coldness on her face, then there was a flash of lightning accompanied by the clash of thunder, the sound of screeching tires coming to a halt, she turned and then she didn’t hear or see anything for a while.
It's supposed to be a parady of Hemmingway.
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