MeTom
The bell rings, He charges wildly. he's so big, but slow i bob and weave may way around him with ease slipping every punch. Swing. miss. overcompensate. with one quick strike, he never stood a chance. cake.
mood lighting: check
snacks: check
pen and paper: check
no interruptions: check
music: check
comfortable chair:check
inspiration: check
time remaining:...none
-where did she go now- he thought, praying that she hadn't left, hadn't given up on him. one moment she was all his flirting, laughing, smiling, touching, lingering. Now she wouldn't look twice. he wanted her fiercely. she knew. she had to know. Then in an instant there she was but this time on another mans arm. He'd missed his chance. He mourned inside and wanted to lash out at the world. -there goes the best thing that ever happened to you, you damn fool!- the thoughts spiraled out of control when she looked. It was only a moment. but she caught his gaze, smiled her small sly smile and winked. The game was back on. she was so sly, so devious. He loved it.
every game you can possibly imagine was at my fingertips. whole new worlds, realms, universes take your pick. i battled countless droves of monsters, solved mysteries and fell in love. but when i power went out i was all alone with only my memories for company
i was so small then. i stumbled and fell. i was new to the world. i didn't know what to do or what to eat or where to go. some of my brothers didn't make it but not me. I'm a survivor. I adapted.
-ruminations of the lion
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