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Trompe l'oeil Tablo sits in his room every night. It’s dark, and cold, and a bit cluttered. Nonetheless, he sits on the rug in front of him, which still emits a musky scent, not to mention its dark stain from three years ago still clinging onto it. One of those nights, around two o’clock, the troubledTrompe l'oeil
writer looked around for inspiration. One, the bookshelf
Hemingway Salinger &nb
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DiscoveryIt’s when you sit at your desk until the early hours of the morning. It’s when your eyes are bloodshot but the tears are still pouring. The computer screen’s brightness is blinding but you have to sit there and type. You just have to type. You rub your sleepy eyes and the sting finally kicks in, your lids in searing pain, for only a moment. Only one moment. And you see it all. You see bright flashes of color and fountains of light. Words write themselves in fluorescent ink, and then, sentences, paragraphs. Inspiration. You hear the wailing, the weeping, the snoring, the sleeping.Discovery
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Ages to PerfectMachines broken like bones, Your breath is so cold But it all just keeps going and goingAges to Perfect
Months later you’re here again, your face like that of a porcelain doll Sickly cracked and trembling What’s that feeling called again? Numbness. You don’t remember how you got here; you don’t even remember my name.
Try to speak and white noise comes out Disperses itself in the room, your pleas for help entrapped in the static mess. But I hear you, I hear you all right
You’re not okay. You’re not okay.
Years later we’re her
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My Ophelia "It had been raining incessantly for the past four or five days. I don't remember, I couldn't really keep track of time. Hours upon countless hours were just Ophelia and I. We tried talking, but she stayed silent. So we just stared. Her eyes were fixed on the peeling and cracked paint on our walls, the moisture trying to penetrate. And I? Well, I stared at her, at that pallid and broken expression of hers that wouldn't change. Neither of us slept that night. I just thought about that deadpan stare of hers, that cold feeling that trickled down my spine as her expressionless orbs seemeMy Ophelia
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how are YOU? (:
missed you too~
i finally updated my chapter
i've got to freakin finish this next one
pleaaaaase read it! i need feedback
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march 18th!
but yea please comment when you have the time!
i really need feedback!
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