He couldn't kill her, so he wrote her to death. With every frantic stroke and swirl of his pen he would inflict a grievous karmic injury, settling the score the only way he knew how. His revenge was reaped in puddles of black ink stabbed into pure white paper while his spurned heart beat like a battle drum.
She had been his femme fatale but now he chose his own adventure. Now she was the doomed protagonist. Now she was the wide-eyed worshipper destined to be soul-crushed. He used his words like swords - jabbing and slicing into the flesh of her narrative until everything she held dear was lost. Broken and alone, she cried out at the scribes of fate for all their torment.
This was what he wanted...he thought, but she seemed so pathetic now, and he even more so for his dark daydreams. He put...
She kept things secret to avoid calamity
But calamity found her anyway
Mom and Pop opened their friendly local hardware store on a fine Spring day way back in 1962.
For fifty golden years they served the community's tool and timber needs with a smile.
Each day she dies a little death
In some new city
Motel, hotel, suitcase-living
Every chain the same
Executive desk & bedside lamp
Green-light keycard swipe
INT. SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
Josh and Carly sit on a sofa in a studenty apartment, cosy with girly touches. They snuggle and snack, watching a movie.
So, this is like, our fourth...
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