Lots and lots of tea. A cool, windy evening; eight people engaged in conversation. And beside them, sitting on a windowsill, a little boy watching the clouds. A little girl walks up to him, and looks at the shapes.
A dog changing into a snake changing into a dinosaur changing into an elephant changing into a shark changing into a fish. A half eaten fish, floating in the sky. A mermaid, with long flowing hair, reaching out to catch a ball. The hand of god, holding a pile of cotton. A shark chasing a ball. A peacock, no, a phoenix spreading its wings.
The little boy is sad, the clouds are gone. The wind has stopped blowing.
11 comments:
oh so hes finally been kicked? good for you.
He hasn't been kicked, he just died. Besides, sentinel, I've happened to notice that the pathetic excuse for a blogsite, of which you are in charge, seems incabable of producing anything entertaining. Stupid little children whining about inefficient (and frankly, boring) teachers of a stupid little school (the name of which I happen to know) is not entertainment. Get a life, dude.
He stood with the book in his hands. He held it lovingly. It was the Romantic Manifesto. He stroked the cover. Then lifted the book and pressed it fervently to his lips. His book. His values, his life.
Then he opened the book. Or rather, what was left of it. The pages had been ripped away. Every one.
That was lovely.
An urn changing into a hand, into a ship, into a dog’s head, into a scythe, into a new moon, till it drifts into nothingness.
hmmmmmmm
@psychoguy - Please ignore that blog. This has nothing to do with you. And remember that someone else logs in through my id(thank god he didnt notice thePSYCHO guy at the bottom of the page). You know how I comment right? So lets hope you recognize the comments of the REAL me.
This is strange.
lovey, how are you ? How you feeling?
I agree :)
I saw a sqirrel and a turtle on my last day at school.
I adore this.
*sigh*
hahaha!
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