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asthmatica
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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 8:09 pm Post subject: Writers blocking |
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Tiaula never asked to be lied to. The world kept spinning, the oceans kept weeping... but not for her. The covers were soft as she dove, head first into her bed. Life, as it seemed at that moment, had become nothing short of a veritable cornucopia of multi-colored deviances from the truth. Within the confines of her fabrics embrace, Tiaula drew little pictures of birds flying overtop of a recycling plant. None of the birds had eyes and only one bird was awake. She knew it was awake because it had a tiny thought bubble protruding from its olive shaped skull. "place your head here" it said, as it motioned to the glass refinery section of the plant. In reply, Tiaula moved hesitantly towards the refinery. The gentle hum of the plant's conveyor belt coaxed her in, and reassured her that everything would be okay. And it was... she slept for years.
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