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I Wish I Knew It would only be appropriate to start this story in the rain. People are in the rain often enough anyway. There is something that it holds for people. The icy pinprick that falls heavy gives you feeling. It releases emotions strained through your own physical discomfort, just to make your body a little more real. It’s all to make your experiences held more prominent and more defined. Because in between it all, we’re just waiting for the next moment that really tests what we are becoming in this world. Sometimes rain makes me sad or anxious. It gives you a feeling of times to come, as if you had alreadyI Wish I Knew
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Rooms2 The first thing you would notice is the way that the light pours through the cracks in the dusty bamboo curtain. It reflects off floating particles, giving away the weight of the air before you even enter the room. The object most noticeably present would have to be the full sized bed, because of how it is illuminated by the dulled sunlight. It appears old and bent out of place but gives way to be quite comfortable to lie on. The colours are faded on the bed sheets and pillows, nothing matches anything, at least not on purpose anyway. This tends to be a recurring trend in the room, as though everything is brought in wiRooms2
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My Room The first thing you would notice is the way that the light pours through the cracks in the dusty bamboo curtain. It reflects off floating particles, giving away the weight of the air before you even enter the room. The object most noticeably present would have to be the full sized bed, because of how it is illuminated by the dulled sunlight. It gives off an old bent out of place look but gives way to be quite comfortable to lie on. The colours are faded on the bed sheets and pillows, nothing matches anything, at least not on purpose anyway. This tends to be a recurring trend in the room, everything is brought in from whereveMy Room
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Short story I wroteMorale Jim, a very professional looking man with a brief case, walks past the same park every morning on the way to his office building. Often while striding by he notices a man in the park, his hair is shaggy, his clothing is mismatched and he carries with him only a backpack and a case. This case is often revealed to carry a six string acoustic which he takes out and plays a song or two, or perhaps just strums some chords. Jim often sees this man and pities him. “Oh, it must be so hard for him to get by, with little but the money he can scrounge and the food he can find,” Jim thinks to himself. One day walking down by the paShort story I wrote
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