MC Gatorade (assfingers) wrote,
MC Gatorade
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for madolan's contest thinger

yeah, it's almost late and yeah it's shorter than most

but anyways, have at it, people

you know you want to



Passions Misplaced...?

It was the best of {backspace} {backspace} {backspace}

No, dammit, that's not it.

"Isn't that from...?" began her snarling reply.

It was a dark and {backspace} {backspace} {backspace}

That's simply wretched.

"So overdone", she grumbled.

Call me {backspace} {backspace} {backspace}

Christ, something original might work

He rolled his eyes as her expected complaint came. "I can't stand that song!"

He conversed with his aching brain. She conversed with the television.

His inspiration had long since vanished; gotten up and strolled away. Her vacant eyes watched the channels flipping endlessly by; a new yet customary daze.

He flicked off his typewriter, disgusted. She threw her remote to the ground.

They didn't speak to each other that night.

Again, they slept alone.


Or, Passions Deceased...?
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