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First day of summer: CHECK
Disturbing trend in recent writing: CHECK
-Why have all my stories lately involved twisted perceptions of death?
It was 3:30 when Sally discovered her parents' bodies. Her mother was bloody, her father was burnt, and Sally was tired from school. First Sally put her backpack down, and locked the door behind her. Then she screamed until her throat was raw. After she finished, she took out her homework and sat down in front of the kitchen window, knowing it would take her a while to finish.
Eventually, one of the maids found her parents, and she screamed too. A little longer than Sally did, she thought, but then Sally wasn't sure exactly how to measure screams. The police were called in and left quickly (first by the butler's request, and then by Sally's when they got too loud.)
The scorch marks from her father remained until the floor was replaced, and Sally had accidently tracked blood from her mother into the lobby, but eventually all traces were gone. The funeral date was planned, and Sally was only mildly surprised to find herself looking forward to it. She gave half-hearted attempts at justifying it, before deciding that there was no one to justify it for anymore. . .
Disturbing trend in recent dreams: CHECK
Why are all of my dreams involving me being on the outside of some insidious murder plot? Furthermore, why are all the male pseudo-romantic figures in my dreams such freaks?
I think I ought to start a dream journal, or something. Anywhoo. Anyone want to offer to be an editor, or something? Now that I've actually got time to write 'Dora's story, I mean.
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Disturbing trend in recent writing: CHECK
-Why have all my stories lately involved twisted perceptions of death?
It was 3:30 when Sally discovered her parents' bodies. Her mother was bloody, her father was burnt, and Sally was tired from school. First Sally put her backpack down, and locked the door behind her. Then she screamed until her throat was raw. After she finished, she took out her homework and sat down in front of the kitchen window, knowing it would take her a while to finish.
Eventually, one of the maids found her parents, and she screamed too. A little longer than Sally did, she thought, but then Sally wasn't sure exactly how to measure screams. The police were called in and left quickly (first by the butler's request, and then by Sally's when they got too loud.)
The scorch marks from her father remained until the floor was replaced, and Sally had accidently tracked blood from her mother into the lobby, but eventually all traces were gone. The funeral date was planned, and Sally was only mildly surprised to find herself looking forward to it. She gave half-hearted attempts at justifying it, before deciding that there was no one to justify it for anymore. . .
Disturbing trend in recent dreams: CHECK
Why are all of my dreams involving me being on the outside of some insidious murder plot? Furthermore, why are all the male pseudo-romantic figures in my dreams such freaks?
I think I ought to start a dream journal, or something. Anywhoo. Anyone want to offer to be an editor, or something? Now that I've actually got time to write 'Dora's story, I mean.
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