Nodar
Hoodie - An antisocial individual with a penchant for maintaining optimal head temperature.
"I was delighted once" he said woefully.
"I've not had a cigarette since."
Her earrings we’re the cutest things she owned.
They weren't just clay polymer cartoons, hanging from her lobes.
They were an outward depiction of her inner child, the freedom she once knew, before the darkness of life took over ; forging the bleak soul that she is today.
Her earrings we're the cutest things she owned.
They weren't just clay polymer cartoons, attached to her lobes.
They were an outward depiction of her inner child, the freedom she once new, before the darkness of life took over ; forging the bleak soul that she is to this day.
In a world where reality television had completely taken over, every aspect of an individuals life was now televised, via a massive network of not just cameras but a new cognitive insight device, that allowed any given individual's visual field and train of thought to be remotely accessed at any time. Though initially devised as a method of covert operations, it had been exploited by television networks for the sake of entertainment, dividing society into the watched and the watchers.
It was customary for Harry to talk to himself, especially when he was thinking about some in depth notion, something he would oft do. However, it wasn't until the day a voice began to reply, that he'd realized he'd managed to double himself, over time transforming his otherwise, space of solidarity, his mind, into a forum of like minded individuals; quite literally.
If there was one word that could describe John, it was nondescript, which is unusual if you consider it. For all of his attributes were individual, and in causation, unique to him by face. However due to the various socioeconomic factors that society afforded an individual of his type, the resultant persona was inevitable; as though society held a stencil over each person born, forging them into the cogs that's filled the narrative.
He perhaps wasn't the most direct, or attractive pupil, but he had always been her favourite. She liked his darkness, his slight appearance, but mostly she enjoyed the one thing about him, everyone else viewed as a disability, the way he could never keep eye contact with her, no matter how long she would stare longingly at him in the mirror.
He'd been doing the same thing week after week, day after day, and couldn't help feel his very existence had been reduced to nothing more than simple routine. No spontaneity, fun or surprises were ever in store for him, for he lived stuck a mundane rut, the rut of life.
Her big brown eyes, silky flowing hair and pure olive skin, "it couldn't just be genetics" he thought, for her beauty shone with the radiance of divinity.
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