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Ok so it has been a freakishly long time, but i am back from milan. It was beautiful over there, so quaint and fresh and those vespas are calling out to my soul i soooo want one!!
I've been playing around alot with my writing style so i thought i'd post this, its a piece of original fiction. Let me know what you think. Its very fragmented but i think it makes it more engaging you know?
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You make it so hard to love you
Well im sorry to be such an inconvenience to you
That’s not what I meant, you know its not. God stop being so difficult.
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Where are you going?
What like you care?
Stop it, you left, remember that. You left and I had to deal with the fallout so don’t act like you’re some kind of victim.
You’re right, I don’t know why I came here. I should just leave, it was stupid…just…stupid.
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Hi
Hi
I was wondering if you could help me. I think I need you to translate something for me, if its not too much trouble.
(She said gesturing to her booklet)
Sure, what don’t you understand?
Umm…pretty much all of it.
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c’mon.
Are you seriously that bored? “ok, alright, ask away?”
Would you rather fall down a flight of stairs, or run head first into a wall?
Head first into a wall. Hmm funny it feels a lot like this conversation really.
Ha you’re hilarious. Ok next, what song would you choose to be played at your funeral?
Easy. Another one bites the dust
Ugh you are so morbid.
Come on, like I’d really want celine dion or Phil Collins sending me off.
Says the man singing along to Elton John, rocket man this morning in the shower.
Hey hey hey. Elton John can rock, on occasion!
Oh he can huh?
Oh most definitely
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Don’t touch me.
“Baby please, don’t push me away.” Arms falling short before reaching her. He lifted his hand and grasped the air beside her face. “I think we need to get away for a while, go somewhere just me and you. We could book that cabin by the lake, you know, the one your parents went to last summer. Or how about we go to the south of France, you’ve always said how much you wanted to go there. We can. You already have time off work, I have atleast two weeks of holiday I haven’t used up yet, and we can book the tickets tonight.
You think its that simple.
Im just saying -
You want to run away to France, you go ahead.
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(Looks at clock 8am)
Do you want to have dinner tonight, we can meet at Trattoria di Nardi after work?
I think I’m just gonna pick something up later, theres a big deadline coming up and I’m so behind its not even funny.
Ok, well just make sure you eat something.
“Yeah” She murmurs with her head ducked down, picking up the magazines resting on the sofa to move them to the floor. She nods again before looking back triumphant with her keys resting in her hand. “I will, see you later.” She calls, breezing past him and out the door.
The day passed in a blur.
Papers, clothes, books.
She drew her teeth over her bottom lip, anxiously reaching for the phone. She sighed and clenched her eyes shut. The damage was done, what left was there to say. Words seemed to fail them, were just too inadequate, just too late.
He was gone.
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I've been playing around alot with my writing style so i thought i'd post this, its a piece of original fiction. Let me know what you think. Its very fragmented but i think it makes it more engaging you know?
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
You make it so hard to love you
Well im sorry to be such an inconvenience to you
That’s not what I meant, you know its not. God stop being so difficult.
--
Where are you going?
What like you care?
Stop it, you left, remember that. You left and I had to deal with the fallout so don’t act like you’re some kind of victim.
You’re right, I don’t know why I came here. I should just leave, it was stupid…just…stupid.
--
Hi
Hi
I was wondering if you could help me. I think I need you to translate something for me, if its not too much trouble.
(She said gesturing to her booklet)
Sure, what don’t you understand?
Umm…pretty much all of it.
--
c’mon.
Are you seriously that bored? “ok, alright, ask away?”
Would you rather fall down a flight of stairs, or run head first into a wall?
Head first into a wall. Hmm funny it feels a lot like this conversation really.
Ha you’re hilarious. Ok next, what song would you choose to be played at your funeral?
Easy. Another one bites the dust
Ugh you are so morbid.
Come on, like I’d really want celine dion or Phil Collins sending me off.
Says the man singing along to Elton John, rocket man this morning in the shower.
Hey hey hey. Elton John can rock, on occasion!
Oh he can huh?
Oh most definitely
--
Don’t touch me.
“Baby please, don’t push me away.” Arms falling short before reaching her. He lifted his hand and grasped the air beside her face. “I think we need to get away for a while, go somewhere just me and you. We could book that cabin by the lake, you know, the one your parents went to last summer. Or how about we go to the south of France, you’ve always said how much you wanted to go there. We can. You already have time off work, I have atleast two weeks of holiday I haven’t used up yet, and we can book the tickets tonight.
You think its that simple.
Im just saying -
You want to run away to France, you go ahead.
--
(Looks at clock 8am)
Do you want to have dinner tonight, we can meet at Trattoria di Nardi after work?
I think I’m just gonna pick something up later, theres a big deadline coming up and I’m so behind its not even funny.
Ok, well just make sure you eat something.
“Yeah” She murmurs with her head ducked down, picking up the magazines resting on the sofa to move them to the floor. She nods again before looking back triumphant with her keys resting in her hand. “I will, see you later.” She calls, breezing past him and out the door.
The day passed in a blur.
Papers, clothes, books.
She drew her teeth over her bottom lip, anxiously reaching for the phone. She sighed and clenched her eyes shut. The damage was done, what left was there to say. Words seemed to fail them, were just too inadequate, just too late.
He was gone.
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