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English 111
September 25, 2014
College Narrative Draft #1
Temporary Travesty
For a brief moment, there is nothing. Not a single sound, not a single thought, not a single
soul. There is no beginning; there is no end; there is nothing. There is no fear, no love, no joy, no
bitterness, and no animation; there is only an eerie and tenebrous state of being. Obsolete.
Then, a single tick shatters the overwhelming silence. My comfort is gone. Im no
longer reassured of this tranquil consistency. A tock booms in the distance; a nuclear warhead
masquerading pseudo pleasantries disintegrates all the love that (n)ever existed within my
spoiled and wistful frame. I question what certifies fact from fiction; I speculate what
substantiates the being underneath my skin; from too many precarious thoughts, I fain.
October 1st, 2012
Chaos, my thoughts are living; theyre scattered and sprinting in all directions, trying to
escape Pompeii. Lava is burning, destroying, and scorching everything in my mind. I have a
migraine, so I release the multi-colored prisoners from their plastic prison and two at a time; they
hop in my mouth and scurry down my throat with jubilant screams and ease. The head count is
rising and if each were a penny, Id have a dollar and six cents as of now. I bow my head to the
drooling kitchen sink staring at me with warm wet lips and we both know Im unable to swallow
the remaining capsules lying on the counter.
Darkness: a purgatory before biblical interruptions of time. I should be dead; Im still
alive.