This is a book of description. Welcome! This is a project I wanted to do for a while since people say I'm good a pointing out the unthinkable. So dear readers don't worry to much it's not a book, it's like pictures from a camera drawn out by words i...
Story: 2 Genre: science friction Date: 29/3/19 Dedicated to: GingerStar_SK AKA Ginger Or NOT GINGER NOT RA*BBIT BUT ONION CHICKEN NUGGET MAYONNAISE THE FORGOTTEN TOMOYA IN DISGUISE SUBARU CANON GOLDEN DART LUMINA GOH DRACOLIA SALAD.
Q: (I'm sure you will ask this why did you tag me?)
Answer one: well cuz I can?
Answer two: no
Answer three: to give you shut up cake
Pick any XD OK MAYBE I JUST THINK YOU INSPIRE DEPRESSING ANSWERS
Now let's get on with this ——————————————
The red liquid is seeping out of her cold dry body,
In her metaphorical mind. There she sees the summer where she bleed the eye waters and the eye tissues get red rimed with every second she stays in this place in her mind , remember that.
She walks like a clockwork ticking with every step, Walking past a chalk board Past a dust bin Past her past life
Still seeing a red colour thrown on her, like an accident of a dead unfortunate career.
Her specs are made of sand which is dripping wet of cold hard strokes of crystal forming the very glass in front her eyes..
Giving her the view of reality that she can never really make sense of in the camouflage that runs up to her with a dead rose saying "wanna go out tonight beautiful?"
She peals away the very skin of her skin so she doesn't ever have to worry about having a cold shoulder...
Her camouflage clears away not wanting to wear away the only beautiful thing her skin like elastic regimes provide.
Cuz at the end of the day she is a automated machine who just will be replaced by the other human with a better flashy skin.
When she reaches her classroom she stands next to a blonde enamel body which has artificial blush and a plastic feature more like a toy of barbie dolls
But she got a good engineer's eyes just looking at her with no red guilds dropping her in her past life.
And the girl? Remains metallic , hard and forgotten in a rusted blade.
Till the moment of the day at precisely 3 and 1/2 hrs where the vision of her eyes blurred. The lights of the building was in ruptured pulling her fragments apart, her rusted body was just too old to hold this in. Her glass broke and the vision blurred, She forgot where she was.. The darkness switched her life "off" With no screw to fix that eye again..
The lights flash out again
But the blurred vision continues With every single beat her device makes
She can feel being in a box So closed up to the outer orbits Chasing the vision that can never be converted
.
.
. She came out at 2 hrs later
The shelter seemed to be broken in her box
She could feel the screws on her lock twisting
And turning
Feel her blood stained clean
And vision coming apparently
The crystal eyes reform
By a new smog test
Which broke her walls completely
With a human smile saying
"I'm sorry to drop your glass when the lights went out here I'll put it back on!"
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