A one page story I wrote...

[DoxosopherClock]

Let the insults roll...





The cold iron of the park bench felt like ice cutting into my back. It was unusually cold for an October night; the crescent moon grinned above me, like a ubiquitous growl over all the city. It’s pale light slipped through the branches of the willow trees, and laid haphazardly and softly upon the park. Ah, the moon and I: two lonely drifters, orbiting around an uncaring planet, united for a few moments to give each other company. The wind washed over my feet, and the grass moved in undulations. The street lamp flickered at varying frequencies, and I hoped that it would at least stay lit long enough for me to get through the current chapter. It was an intriguing play, and in a ominous way it seemed to be a act out some recent events in my life; but that is another story, for another time and place. The yelping of an angry car alarm distracts meâ€" “Back away from me nigger, all eyes are on you now!â€" it seems to say. The wind was being insubordinate; it grabbed the pages from my fingers and slammed them backwards. I decided that nature should have its wish, and I shut the book. It’s time for a break. After a struggle, I grabbed a filter less cigarette from within my burnt sienna micro-suede sports jacket and successfully lit it. Instantly, after drawing a few puffs, the nicotine flooded my brain. The wild white wisps floated into the sky, untamed. They dissipated into infinity, undergoing innumerable changes in their plight. This is the story of our lives. If we are lucky!
              But I am the curious type. The act was just too engaging. I ran my hands across the red Moroccan leather cover, and fingered my way throughout the book until I arrived where I had left off. And then the heavens wept. Within fifteen seconds, a slight mist became a torrential downpour. My cigarette was abruptly snuffed; it became soggy and limp. We always die before our time. The ink began to run; my book became illegible. One moment a masterful work of art and soul; the next moment a lifeless mass of pulp of fluid.  Yet the heavens were indifferent; perhaps they had just slobbered and drooled with boredom. It is hard to impress the eternal, and my mediocrity was appalling. As soon as it had begun, it was over. It was one of those days that you wish you had never stepped outside at all.

[BreadfruitClock]

gay innuendo

[DoxosopherClock]

Are you honestly saying that you interpreted that as being homosexual?

[TUCO CLOCK]

Are you honestly saying that you interpreted that as being homosexual?

Must be gay too.
 
Loved the story though, doing any more?

[SpinningCubeClock]

It seemed like the big words you used were just thrown in there to make it seem smart. It was alright though. Just the words didn't seem to fit sometimes.

[NOX]

I have nothing against long and confusing words, but you could trim them down a bit. It's pretty good though..