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The Life Of A Reflection by Klaymour, literature
Literature
The Life Of A Reflection
My life is eternally tied to yours. Do I ever get to do anything fun, though? Do I ever get to sit in the sun on a warm day or kiss a pretty girl on the lips? No, never. Alive always, but existing only when you step in front of a mirror. Even then I am at your beck and call, doing only as you do and nothing more. I must move and twist in perfect sync with you, I can never move on my own. I am eternally stuck in a mirror and you're stuck to what? Perhaps your pitiful little hometown or even your parents' house, but at least you get to go somewhere. I am eternally tied to you, because this is the lot and life of a reflection.
Well, I am sick o
DH: Alone by Donteatacowman, literature
Literature
DH: Alone
He poked the ray gun in front of him, then drew his finger back instinctively as it let out a small spurt of electricity. Ouch. He pulled his glove off and stuck his slightly-burnt finger in his mouth, then let it fall as the pain diminished.
He was alone in the lab that night. Again.
On the good days, the ones where he woke up with lots of ideas and had had enough energy drinks, he'd spend his time at his workbench prodding at failed inventions and fantasizing about ruling the world with Penny by his side. Sometimes he'd go out into the living room and surf the internet. Maybe update his blog if he felt like it, even go for a guy's-night-o
