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Topic Started: May 5 11, 9:23 PM (337 Views)
Blaze Gamma
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((An artistic story which I'm leaving as much to the imagination as possible. There will be no dialogue, no use of proper nouns, and no concrete descriptions of anything. Enjoy the first part.))

It seems funny to be starting in a new journal after all this time. This is the second story of my life, my days, and my successes as well as regrets. It seems odd that this book's predecessor has the past 25 years of my life in it now (I regret not writing more often, but that is what it is, and I cannot change it now). As it stands, I look into this new tome as inspiration for a new day.

I awoke this morning, looking into the tired face of my still quiet wife of 20 years. Even at the age of 46, she is still stunningly beautiful. Her blond locks cascaded down her nude form, which seemed to shimmer under the skylight, not at all revealing her age. I recall a recent day when a student of mine asked if I was her father. I was both happy and grumpy at the same time. Such is life. As I lied next to her, she slowly opened her blue-grey eyes. We greeted each other and kissed, then started our days. She went down to prepare breakfast, and I went into our bathroom and picked up a razor to shave. By the time I had arrived in the dining room, our two children were already awake, if it could be called that.

Our son, a 17 year old, sat staring at his plate, bags under his eyes. I knew he hadn't done a day of work in his life, and the bags would only be from his drug use which he tried so hard to hide. I truly hope that he doesn't influence his sister. She only turned 12 just a few days ago, and we couldn't be happier. She, of course, was simply tired because of the early morning. I truly love my children, even with their faults, as I have said many times in my previous book.

As we finished our breakfast, I kissed my wife goodbye, and headed out into the world to perform my tasks as a father, a husband, and a worker. Around one in the afternoon, I arrived in the cafe I frequented, ordering my favorite sandwich. As I received it, I sat at the table in the corner where I could see the street out the window. As I took my third bite, a young man sat across from me. That's the type of place it was: I would sit at that table, and sooner or later (or sometimes never), a second, or sometimes, even a third person, usually a stranger, would take the seat across from me. We would normally just explain pleasantries, and one of us would leave, and life would go on.

As I wrote before, today's partner at the table was a young man around half my age. He seemed relatively well off, and before long, we found ourselves talking, him of his recent education, me of my past experiences. As he left in a hurried way, I found myself smiling. Perhaps an old man like myself was able to provide to the younger people in this world. I hoped that the experiences I told him of would help him to grow.

As I finished up my sandwich, another young fellow sat at my table, but I was just finishing up, so I nodded goodbye, and made my way back to the place of my profession. The hours there passed without merit, and it wasn't long before I made my way back home. It took longer than usual because of an accident on the road which forced me to take a longer way, but it wasn't long before I arrived back inside. The home was now empty, as I was the first to arrive, although it didn't take long for my wife and daughter to appear as well. She held up a paper and I smiled seeing what was on it. I couldn't be prouder as a father. As for my son, he was nowhere to be seen or heard from. This was unfortunate, but once again, it could not be helped. The young man drifted into the home as we'd only just seated ourselves for dinner. With him came his friends, who looked and smelled like trash, however, his mother and I were the lineint type, for better or for worse, so we tried to ignore those who had came with him, raided our pantry, and disappeared to my son's room, not a word given to me or any others in my clan.

It was a while after that when I finally retired to my study, staring at this tome's predecessor. I stared at the faded pages, realizing that today was a new chapter, and with it, a new beginning. As such, I opened this book, and penned this tale.

Good night.

((Edit: With each post, I'll just put the entry for an entire day, that will keep the breaks fair))
Edited by Blaze Gamma, May 5 11, 9:35 PM.
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RaeMina
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So the speaker wrote a book before? Or just a journal thingy?

Also, "We would normally just explain pleasantries, and one of us would leave, and life would go on." Did you mean exchange?
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Nyup
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Ahh . . . Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eye? Tough beans buddy, 'cause that's the way it's gonna be
Yeah. I'm so mad.


Look, see how mad I am :|
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Blaze Gamma
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It was more a joke directed at Lenna.
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novatrigger777
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So very obvious too >_>
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Nyup
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Ahh . . . Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eye? Tough beans buddy, 'cause that's the way it's gonna be
Blaze Gamma
May 7 11, 8:38 AM
It was more a joke directed at Lenna.
Which is why it was clearly directed at me.


wait wut.
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