Post by Xi Coleman on Mar 9, 2011 19:10:50 GMT -5
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a p r o j e c t i o n o f t h e s u b c o n s i o u s
a p r o j e c t i o n o f t h e s u b c o n s i o u s
Jaimes walked into the library. Being a bored teenager was not a good experience. Being a bored, teenage son of the goddess of darkness was even worse. He looked around. In truth, Jaimes loved books. They were silent when you held them, soft when you caressed them, and still opened up to you when you treated them badly. Sadly, Jaimes was not as open as any book. Maybe the one with the easily-broken lock. Anyway, he walked up and down the aisles, one hand on the shelves, feeling the binding on books.
Jaimes loved the smell of books. For some reason, it was just so sensory. It didn't smell old or musty. Actually, it smelled sort of sweet-sour. A combination that contrasted, but went so well together. It was black and white. But without the evil and good. It was a neutral thing. A mutual relationship. No bloody wars painted the history of books. Simple words could kill, though.
That whole "sticks and stones" thing is a lie. Sticks and stones can break bones. But words can kill. Sometimes, it was some other thing that lead to it. But words. That's where it all started. Jaimes pondered these thoughts, and looked up. His icy blue-green eyes flicked from book to book. No good ones, though. Instead, he walked towards the seating and picked up a Rolling Stones magazine and read.
WORD COUNT: 235
CHARACTERS: 1297
STATUS: Bored
MUSE: E.T. - Katy Perry
