

Good ReasonsThe white face of the clock reflects the light from the streets like a beacon in the dark room. Two bright eyes follow the hands, waving away moments, from a little heap on the cot in the corner. The door opens. The yellow lights from the hall wash out the radiance of the clock, and a man enters. He flicks a light switch, and a small bulb on the ceiling comes alive. The small boy on the cot shifts and sits up, smiling sleepily. " 'Lo, Tony," he says as he stands, swaying slightly. "George sent me over for the night." The man sighs, then walks to the east wall and pressesGood Reasons


Pomp and CircumstanceColor. The Host needed color. It didn't matter what colors, nor where they were placed, as long as there was a lot of it. Gold and white were prevalent, however. "I want to have fun, but I won't make this gaudy," he always said, flashing a smile that made women sigh and men shift uncomfortably. Sparkling fabric was draped over all tables, chairs, and windows, casting a glow throughout the halls. The Host led his first guests through those halls like a tour guide. "Oh, and appreciate the find decorative touches-" He grandly swept a hand to the covered windows with a hearty yet refinPomp and Circumstance


On The Line - Chapter OneOtL Chapter OneOn The Line - Chapter One
The date is April 7. A young man stares at the ceiling, illuminated with the red of the sunset. The entire apartment is messy, every surface covered with books except for the bed. The bed is pristine. Lucas has always hated fixing the bed, so now he lies on top of it while he sleeps, so he never has to fix it again. Childhood rebellion that he hasnt grown out of yet.
He rolls over and looks at the clock. 5:30 pm. He sighs, and gets out of bed to get ready for work.
After dressing and eating, he goes outside


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She's lost and she can feel the wind blow through the empty space that was once her heart. A chill runs down her spine. "All this hurt for nothing," she murmurs looking up at the empty sky,"so sad." She closed her eyes and lets the shadows consume her.
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