prompt for Summer Drabbles- 78- Dirtaoutlaw321June 28 2010, 23:35:17 UTC
Muse: Aidan Janson Title: (pick your own) Renovation Journal- Dirt
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The renovations are going better than I expected. K’tanya kept the silver birch tree and the body that was buried in the back yard. Thankfully, none of the workers asked questions. The birch tree, however, is the only thing that is left of the back yard. They plowed everything else to make room for her vision.
Thankfully, Wes came back to supervise her and make sure that she was doing things in a timely fashion. He wasn’t made into anything supernatural, so I think it’s going well.
K’tanya is a little perturbed, but she is working faster. That’s a plus!
He can stay awake if he tries, but it costs. All of it costs. Every moment of furthered existence-- he won't say 'life'-- comes at the expense of the living. Every waking moment has a price tag measured in drops.
During daylight the cost rises exponentially.
So he sleeps the sleep of the very unjust. Deep slumber, dry cemetery peace. Sunset stirs him, but sometimes he just closes his eyes and lets the black ocean reclaim him. It's easier. No hunger. No pain. No voices.
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Title: (pick your own) Renovation Journal- Dirt
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The renovations are going better than I expected. K’tanya kept the silver birch tree and the body that was buried in the back yard. Thankfully, none of the workers asked questions. The birch tree, however, is the only thing that is left of the back yard. They plowed everything else to make room for her vision.
Thankfully, Wes came back to supervise her and make sure that she was doing things in a timely fashion. He wasn’t made into anything supernatural, so I think it’s going well.
K’tanya is a little perturbed, but she is working faster. That’s a plus!
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He can stay awake if he tries, but it costs. All of it costs. Every moment of furthered existence-- he won't say 'life'-- comes at the expense of the living. Every waking moment has a price tag measured in drops.
During daylight the cost rises exponentially.
So he sleeps the sleep of the very unjust. Deep slumber, dry cemetery peace. Sunset stirs him, but sometimes he just closes his eyes and lets the black ocean reclaim him. It's easier. No hunger. No pain. No voices.
Just keep pressing snooze until Judgment Day.
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