A lil' something I wrote
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 2:15 am
Three pieces of paper today. One less than yesterday.
John trod the road with his heavy bag as his companion. Thick glasses masked his deformed eyes. There were dirt patches on his otherwise sparkling clean uniform.
At the end of the road stood a tall, handsome boy. James, the top student in the class, was smiling at John. It was a warm, happy smile. His eyes were sparkling clear, supplementing his smile. He raised his hand.
And threw a piece of paper at John.
John walked past without a word.
Four pieces of paper today. Same as yesterday.
* * *
In the dawning sun’s light, James walked lightly to school. In his bag was a healthy supply of paper.
His smile was warm, happy. His eyes were sparkling clear, supplementing his smile.
Such did he lie in the bushes. With his supply of paper was a bloodied brick.
Not far away, John trod the road with his heavy bag as his companion. Thick glasses masked his deformed eyes. There were dirt patches on his otherwise sparkling clean uniform.
* * *
John trod the road with his heavy bag as his companion. Thick glasses masked his deformed eyes. There were dirt patches on his otherwise sparkling clean uniform. He wore a black armband on his left arm. In his bag was a brick.
The end of the road was empty.
Three pieces of paper today. One less than yesterday.
(I never thought I would do something as pathetic as making this thread, but here I am. Feel free to flame me if you like. Or, if you are feeling nice, I would appreciate some comments, and even your own writings.)
John trod the road with his heavy bag as his companion. Thick glasses masked his deformed eyes. There were dirt patches on his otherwise sparkling clean uniform.
At the end of the road stood a tall, handsome boy. James, the top student in the class, was smiling at John. It was a warm, happy smile. His eyes were sparkling clear, supplementing his smile. He raised his hand.
And threw a piece of paper at John.
John walked past without a word.
Four pieces of paper today. Same as yesterday.
* * *
In the dawning sun’s light, James walked lightly to school. In his bag was a healthy supply of paper.
His smile was warm, happy. His eyes were sparkling clear, supplementing his smile.
Such did he lie in the bushes. With his supply of paper was a bloodied brick.
Not far away, John trod the road with his heavy bag as his companion. Thick glasses masked his deformed eyes. There were dirt patches on his otherwise sparkling clean uniform.
* * *
John trod the road with his heavy bag as his companion. Thick glasses masked his deformed eyes. There were dirt patches on his otherwise sparkling clean uniform. He wore a black armband on his left arm. In his bag was a brick.
The end of the road was empty.
Three pieces of paper today. One less than yesterday.
(I never thought I would do something as pathetic as making this thread, but here I am. Feel free to flame me if you like. Or, if you are feeling nice, I would appreciate some comments, and even your own writings.)