[drabbles] muse
Muse
A/N: because so many things are trying to stop us from sharing what we like DDD: *coughcoughLJcough*
The paperball flew past the air and hit the solid defenseless wall with a light tap.
There were other rolls of papers gathered around a certain area, a cylinder shaped bin called the trash can stood still idly and watched the papers fly.
Miss.
Miss.
Miss.
Hit, the sound of paper rolling in the bin echoed across the hall where a man sat irritably at his desk.
Scratching his head, he scribbled down his thoughts as if the words would disappear the moment he stopped. He aimlessly mumbled his every sentence, deciding whether the tenses and sounds would mingle with his thoughts or scatter like a crestfallen dice.
It was either a hit or miss.
Either way..., he thought.
The possiblities are more than to none and he couldn't do anything about it unless he jotted it all down. His thoughts couldn't help but turn around and think is this right?
Right or wrong. There's no such thing in his dictionary. He wasn't even capable of thinking such things, of such things or if such things could possibly exist. His mind was a scattered puzzle with too many pieces on the floor and took too much time to look through.
However, all he could was wait-- wait and see, when he finds that right piece.
A/N: i somewhat like how this sounds and am inspired to possibly write a series out of this :) though i'm not sure yet because LJ isn't working and i don't know how long will this muse last me DDD: but anyway, i shall try :D
A/N: because so many things are trying to stop us from sharing what we like DDD: *coughcoughLJcough*
The paperball flew past the air and hit the solid defenseless wall with a light tap.
There were other rolls of papers gathered around a certain area, a cylinder shaped bin called the trash can stood still idly and watched the papers fly.
Miss.
Miss.
Miss.
Hit, the sound of paper rolling in the bin echoed across the hall where a man sat irritably at his desk.
Scratching his head, he scribbled down his thoughts as if the words would disappear the moment he stopped. He aimlessly mumbled his every sentence, deciding whether the tenses and sounds would mingle with his thoughts or scatter like a crestfallen dice.
It was either a hit or miss.
Either way..., he thought.
The possiblities are more than to none and he couldn't do anything about it unless he jotted it all down. His thoughts couldn't help but turn around and think is this right?
Right or wrong. There's no such thing in his dictionary. He wasn't even capable of thinking such things, of such things or if such things could possibly exist. His mind was a scattered puzzle with too many pieces on the floor and took too much time to look through.
However, all he could was wait-- wait and see, when he finds that right piece.
A/N: i somewhat like how this sounds and am inspired to possibly write a series out of this :) though i'm not sure yet because LJ isn't working and i don't know how long will this muse last me DDD: but anyway, i shall try :D