"How do stories begin, how do others end, how do characters have their chance to ascend their fatal flaw?"
I turn to Dulia with a perplexed expression, "I don't know the answer, sorry. Damn professors, trying to justify their lives with overly complex questions. "
She laughs, "It's alright Auden, I'll do it tonight when I come back from the hospital. Do you need me to help you with you're homework?"
"I hope that was rhetorical, we all can't be smart like you." I sighed, I begin to backpack my notebooks and stand from the grass, we both have our respective, part-time jobs. I dust off the dust and the feel the small dampness of my fingers.
Morning classes just ceased and being the intrepid students that we are, and shoved our only free …show more content…
Surely, I am alive ... or dying. When I died, immortality followed and stay with me ever since. Survival from a successful suicide is proof that I'm immortal, survival from three is just mere confirmation. Never had I had a desire to die, I feel so unnatural and not willing to live this life, completely and …show more content…
Should I skip work or sleep in my room? Should I skip my crappy job or go study for that test, yes that's a great reason to skip work. Or rather, a good excuse to give my boss when he realizes he'll have to do rush hour alone. Cruel, but I'm too sad on things I cannot change and that alone can ruin atmosphere.
I make my way to pass the hundreds of students talking on wettish grass, playing guitars to get people to like them, and the rest of us surprised that people still believe in this college dream. The building I reach is old and made with brick, which sounds nice until winter comes, and when you enter the dorm ,you enter a set of a British historical drama.
I climb the stairs to the second floor and I stand at my door to contemplate: if I open, will he be there; if I don't, then I might interact which the cringe people on this floor. I will take that chance. I open the door with force and as quickly as possible, and there lies a man, sitting on my bed, who's smugness is as large as the amount of people on wall street that's honest. I mean it's not a lot, but you give the good people their credit when due.
He stands up and begins to walk towards me,"So, you're skipping work again. Have you seen the application I sent you
I turn to Dulia with a perplexed expression, "I don't know the answer, sorry. Damn professors, trying to justify their lives with overly complex questions. "
She laughs, "It's alright Auden, I'll do it tonight when I come back from the hospital. Do you need me to help you with you're homework?"
"I hope that was rhetorical, we all can't be smart like you." I sighed, I begin to backpack my notebooks and stand from the grass, we both have our respective, part-time jobs. I dust off the dust and the feel the small dampness of my fingers.
Morning classes just ceased and being the intrepid students that we are, and shoved our only free …show more content…
Surely, I am alive ... or dying. When I died, immortality followed and stay with me ever since. Survival from a successful suicide is proof that I'm immortal, survival from three is just mere confirmation. Never had I had a desire to die, I feel so unnatural and not willing to live this life, completely and …show more content…
Should I skip work or sleep in my room? Should I skip my crappy job or go study for that test, yes that's a great reason to skip work. Or rather, a good excuse to give my boss when he realizes he'll have to do rush hour alone. Cruel, but I'm too sad on things I cannot change and that alone can ruin atmosphere.
I make my way to pass the hundreds of students talking on wettish grass, playing guitars to get people to like them, and the rest of us surprised that people still believe in this college dream. The building I reach is old and made with brick, which sounds nice until winter comes, and when you enter the dorm ,you enter a set of a British historical drama.
I climb the stairs to the second floor and I stand at my door to contemplate: if I open, will he be there; if I don't, then I might interact which the cringe people on this floor. I will take that chance. I open the door with force and as quickly as possible, and there lies a man, sitting on my bed, who's smugness is as large as the amount of people on wall street that's honest. I mean it's not a lot, but you give the good people their credit when due.
He stands up and begins to walk towards me,"So, you're skipping work again. Have you seen the application I sent you