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Shimmering through the blinds stripes
The silvers of light shivered
Quivering slightly in awe of
Something.
A grand something
A something few have seen
Much let admired through its obscure grandeur
Pines.
as table overstuffed as the table seemed,
so indeed did the two gentlemen.
Plopped, devoid of any apparent life
on each side of the table,
waiting for nature to free them from the bonds formed.
Sloth through exertion.
Rest after cleansing.
through the dark, dim trees a terror lurked.
through the dimly lit, calm waters of the lake lay the abode of a truly hideous monster.
Through the woods and down the path lay the alcoholic campground host,
ready to spring, more concerned about his own well-being than those whose money pays his paycheck
click.
click.
click.
the sound of the revolving wheel resounded around the empty room, booming with each revolution. The sound seemed to emanate and pulsate from the large stone blocks.
"I dont understand this is the same prompt as yesterday!"
he cried out
"I thought this would change! I was prepared for change!" he slumped pathetically in his chair, gasping for air like a beached fish, gasping…
gasping…
no change came.
Stunned, I looked around frantically.
"Can this be truly happening?!" I cried out desperately.
"This cannot be the end!" I tried to look ahead, my wet hair flowing my my face, obstruction vision.
The creature stood there, between the trees, but a silhouette against the dark trees canopy.
Throughout the flaming heat and the scorching dry air, a single lone survivor stands as a worshipper of satan with her hands in the air, signs fiercely displaying her rebellion to the world of the followers of christ. Her ideals stand staunch and erect against the churches jaded sway.
The cactus stands, openly displaying her barbs to all the worlds to see. Her rebellion is there for her open dissent of the corporation s displays of power alone. All alone and left for dead.
flowing. flowing. Flowing like dust in the wind, flowing lie the softest garment you can think of, cascading over a beautiful womans slender waist. The soft skin accented over the white light as the heavily white light flows over her skin.
"Cut! Cut!"
a large plump man waddled from behind the camera as the model covered her modesty while the camera was pulled away to aim at the large detergent logo on the wall.
Here he comes,
the anywhere man.
There they stare,
for in his eyes lie
you, me,
and the lands between,
the anywhere man.
There was a soft creaking sound as the surrounding room began to lose its vibrance.
the lights and colours that had been so vivid before began to fade into the ever increasing darkness,
threatening to drag the evidence along with it.
Soon, there was nothing.
No proof. No evidence. No movement, No life.
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