Seven

[tpoa]

I lay there, crumpled in the corner of the bathroom. The stench from the toilets caught in my nose and I coughed. More blood spilled out of me. My thought of 'my nice shirt' only made me feel worse about my life. Little things kept catching my eye, distracting me from those happy thoughts we'd been taught to think of before we died

Comments

[point_of_axiom]

I like it. Leaves a sense of feeling about the afterlife, while still haveing the ironic humor that alot of your stuff has. It would be interesting to hear about how this person came to this predicament.

Him

[tpoa]

Perhaps you will learn of him more?
-T

Re: Him

[blue_gonturan]

It's you, as everything is you.
And it's something else because you can never be anything.

I like the fact that the dice holes were deeper than the dice were wide. Nice touch. And the flies. Appropriately morbid.

~BG

Re: Him

[neophage]

Try re-typing this when you are 24...