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Love, I think it's called.She had no friends around her, she was finally alone. I've been waiting almost 20 minutes for her to be alone, and now that her friends were all gone, I can't get my legs to move to walk over to her. My heart is pounding furiously in my chest, my left hand starts to shake and my palms begin to sweat. I rub my hands on the legs of my jeans and take deep breaths and count to ten to try and calm myself down.
You can do this Cyrus. I thought to myself, glancing up to look at her. She's so beautiful, so amazing, so, perfect. Her name is Yvonne, and she and I have been friends for years. That is, if you can call texting and MSN conversations being friends. I'd barely talked to her face to face, and to do what I'm about to do... it was nothing less than suicide.
But I have to do it. My happiness and wellbeing depends on it. I rub my hands on my jeans once more and push myself up off the chair that I was sitting on and begin the walk over to her.
Time seems to slow as I take the first s
Holmes: Creation-InsanityYou walk into a room. This room has a cushioned armchair, an acoustic guitar, and a wind up gramophone next to a line of book cases filled with a plethora of books of varying subjects, ranging from Aviation to books on the practice of Zucchini growing. You notice that the door you walked in from has a lock on it. You look closer, and you find this lock to be unlocked. Muddy footprints are tracked across the floor, and the guitar has a crack in it's fret board, as well as several broken strings. Surveying the room again you notice that several books are on the floor and on the top of the bookcase nearest to the gramophone there is a red liquid dripping lazily onto the spine of a wrecked book entitled Arboreal animals of the Amazon Rainforest, which was sticking out slightly from the bookcase. You look on top of the bookcase with the aid of a footrest which had been placed in front of the armchair to find a little finger, slightly emaciated, and hacked off using a knife which you
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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