"This is how you react to it? Like this?" his voice is amazingly angry, yet laced with sorrow. His voice is like bitter tea, but with a trace of honey. I know I shouldn't have done it, and yet I'm not sorry. Should I say I am? I only have a few minutes to lie to him. His eyes seem to catch the light and flash, or is it simply because he is so angry at me? The world has become naught but sharp edges and muffled sounds. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me, and I can't help but stare at his hands. He has such long fingers, and I think about where those hands have been. I recoil and push them away. How could he? "Snap out of it!" he shouts, but he is very far away. I hear footsteps and then a voice like the teacher on "Charlie Brown", but I want to sleep. Yes, sleep would be nice.
Author notes
Not a poem, not a story, just a bit of drabble since I haven't posted anything here in a while.
Please tell me what you think
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Ooh, I like it when people write small moments that leave your imagination to run wild.
This was a very interesting read and that Charlie Brown reference was awesome. I could already hear the weird muffled, weird pitched voice that you can't understand at all.
I hadn't heard from you in a while! Though you're probably thinking that about me. I changed the ending of my name from Domi to Aco because I don't want my dad's family to have any credit =P
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Gah how did I miss this comment? Stupid AP and their lack of notifications! Yeah, this is very short - I might expand on it later. It was just an idea that came to me one day and so I ran with it
Glad to see you back!
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You convey a lot with just a little drabble, my dear. I love little shorts that have so much packed into them. Hah...and the reference to Charlie Brown is priceless! I've actually had that sort of thing happen to me...zone out, not really hearing what they're saying but you know they're talking. Awesome.
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