| Not for the faint of heart, or the weak of stomach. |
-1- Starbucks "Version 2"
AoaM Second Draft
-1- Starbucks "Version 2" On the island of Manhattan alone there are over one hundred and fifty novelty coffee shops attached to a very infamous chain. Every one of them is sure to be serving the very same items, and it built, albeit the location in generally the same way. It goes for not solely this chain, but every chain of coffee shops anywhere you can think of that at eight forty five in the evening most evenings, they are a downright boring place to be. Very few people seem to crave caffeine at such an outlandish hour. Those who do, while eccentric enoug-1- Starbucks "Version 2"
by *StephethxLoser
-2- Corvette "Version 2" Mikael knew he was at gunpoint from the very moment the barrel stamped its warm circular tattoo against his flesh. This was New York, and everyone had their stories, true or false, first and second hand of being mugged and robbed and such. More often then not they scarcely shut up about it, if they lived to tell the traumatizing tale. He’d been held at gunpoint before. Apparently some bigot hadn’t liked the barrettes the employee wore in his hair. He remembered this feeling vividly, and hoped that if it were possible that this guy was just robbing the place for the sake of robbing the-2- Corvette "Version 2"
by *StephethxLoser
| Not for the faint of heart, or the weak of stomach. |
Dairy of T
Entry One: 12-10-96Dear Diary, Tuesday December 10th, 1996Entry One: 12-10-96
No, that doesn’t seem right. Perhaps Journal would fit better, or some other version of it. A synonym for it maybe, agenda, log…chronicle? I very much like chronicle. It could be the ad
by *StephethxLoser
Entry Two: 12-13-96Good Evening Journal, Friday December 13th, 1996Entry Two: 12-13-96
I fear I am not at all well, not in my mind anyway, for in class the most awful of things tend to always, always—well…I will tell you in good time.
Fair Journal you are my saviour, I must tell you that you are. I fear they’ll laugh at me if I
by *StephethxLoser
| The outpourings of a strange young girl. |
Arson
Arson -1- "Revised"I’m crazy. Well, no, not exactly, but in a manner of speaking I could be. It’s the fact that the act of writing that makes it so possible, so dangerous. It is something I’ve never attempted, so the unknown aspect would be indisputably awful. As for the actual contents of this memoir well, perhaps dangerous is the wrong word for it: unprovoked, evil and completely mad also flash into the mind. It was most definitely dangerous for both parties to some extent, to a great extent, at the time.Arson -1- "Revised"
The act of murder, as we all know is considered illegal, and is quite frankly frowned upon by society in Ireland, England, Scot
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Arson -2- The first thing that I remember is the music. Not the sheets or the keys or the theory of it, just the music. Sound at its most refined point. How could I ever forget it? But the name, now I never did figure that out. It’s not important, not for you to know or for me to find out, what we need to establish is that we don’t know, because there isn’t anything to know.Arson -2-
The jumble of notes was never played under the credence of having a name, never properly written down. Its tempo is steady but watered down. For the most part it se
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| Even his confession is mysterious. |
Newest
-28- Profile "Version 2"Molly's Pub was only the second dump they had been to that night. Her barstool creaked as she spun listlessly from side to side on it, and every once and awhile she would take a sparing sip of her virgin martini. She had ordered virgin, because she was not stupid enough to be drinking on the job. It was a goddamn assignment, not some vacation time. She had to constantly remind herself of this. Finding the Arbitrary Killer in a place like this seemed so unlikely to Teresa that if she was hardly looking anymore. Her protests on the matter had been ignored, and she felt officially as if she were on Stanford's bad side. &nb-28- Profile "Version 2"
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-27- Relativity "Version 2"The bike was just another excuse to go back. It tethered him to the boy and to his obligations. Part of him did not like this. Another part hated it, but they were the obligations he had created for himself, and they were to be followed. He weaved uneasily through two lanes of traffic at a speed recognizably higher than the legal limit. It was the perfect way to be noticed, especially by a certain police officer on the lookout for a red Yamaha the likes of which the criminal was riding. However A had not considered that. His mind was on other things.-27- Relativity "Version 2"
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-26- Ghost "Version 2"They thought it was a crisis when they realized that they were out of doughnuts, and it didn't help Johnson's mood any that the Dunkin' Doughnuts did not have enough property to allow a drive-thru.-26- Ghost "Version 2"
"Goddamn, it's the end of the world. It's so fucking crowded on this island that even fucking Dunkin' Doughnuts doesn't have a drive-thru. It should-I'm telling you, it should." This was everyday on duty small talk for Christian Johnson. On any typical night he would have been whining about the very same thing. The only difference
by *StephethxLoser
-25- Heat "Version 2"Chief of Police, Arnold Stanford sat at his desk, waiting for someone to tell him something, anything. As minutes passed and people shuffled around he became more and more unpleasant to look at. His thick eyebrows came together at the middle and a deep frown ceased his face. His complexion quickly went from ruddy to nearly swollen purple as he watched his subordinates all pass his door without so much as a passing glance.-25- Heat "Version 2"
He knew that they avoided him because they had nothing to report, and this was terrible work ethic in his opinion. Even so they had reason, because Arnold Stanford wante
by *StephethxLoser
The RestaurantThe second half of the sign flickered above The Restaurant every now and then. It darkened then relit the dismal looking parking lot in such a violent and erratic way that the cycle could probably have induced mild seizures in epileptics. Take it from an epileptic. The neon tubes were cursively coiled in such a way that made this sign legible as either benny’s—or lenny’s, but everyone just called it The Restaurant. The story was that people seemed to have had heated debates over this controversy regularly. The only oneThe Restaurant
by *StephethxLoser
Piano Lessons"Hear the keys as you press down?" Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, clack. "Your nails are getting long."Piano Lessons
Play in order from C to C: [Chromatic scale] white, black, white, black, white White, black, white, black, white black, white, white--Thirteen Those ivory keys are turning yellow.
Pages of books. The smell of age. Tears shed over wrong notes. [Whole Notes] Stick to the Repertoire. Tone, tone, semitone,
tone, tone, tone,
semitone.
Don't skip that
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Coward.Each time you called me for that five-minute fuck I would abdicate the strength I had against your arms and gradually let them consume my body like the roots of a Cherry Blossom. I would plea for you to continue laying next to me each time you relinquished your self from this cradle built of affection. All those hours I spent conspiring about the ways I could prevail your heart seized the time I was provided with to withdraw myself from your chase. I call it failure simply because even this peerless smile I have, and tender eyes couldn't capture the boy that settled deep in the body of a coward.Coward.
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