Unfinished, untitled
It's a piece of literary vomit!:D Bad Language, no plot. It's got a nice metaphor. That's all. “Fuck it.” Words. Useful words, expressive words. And they weren’t the only words being used at the moment. A cascade of them was falling, falling on deaf ears, tumbling down a mountainside shoulder to shatter on rocky fingers. He smiled, and it wasn’t a happy one. A smile of derision, and apathy. “Who can even hear me in this noise?” And as an answer to his question, no response came. “When one sense... Sign in to see full entry.