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Novella - Chapter 12Chapter 12 Today Was Good for Nothing
Days, weeks and even months have passed since our two have met for the first time. Nothing came from that brief encounter and neither has thought on the day for more than a second at a time. The Nothing going about his nothing while the Beautiful going about her plainness, simply pushing forward and allowing each day to blur together in a mass of one single nothing.
The rains have finally stopped, at least stopped pouring and flooding the streets. It is now summer and the birds are chirping. The sun is warm, the rain is minimal if it passes at all and it has been a great last week for the Nothing man at his job of Six X and Q. Promotion from his tiny almost perfect square cubical, to an almost perfectly square office. Of curse, the urge to measure on a slow day will take Nothing and for the first time in awhile time will not have been felt wasted.
Beautiful has gotten her theater active and moving. Shows every night with the sales pit
Novella - Chapter ElevenChapter 11 A Change in Perspective
It has been many days since either Nothing or the woman have had much of anything pass. Both of them slowly move about their lives as each has reached that peek, that point of the mundane and repetitive. One attending his job and doing his work, pounding keys endlessly for hours on end then returning home to food he can not eat and a cat he never seems to ever see. Another traveling the life one would travel. Having a secret pocketbook handle all you need for you, a not so secret admirer. Each bill and invoice made nothing to worry or fret about, leaving only the fun of life to live and common repairs. Both Nothing and the woman shall now meet for the very first time within the entire world of Novella. A small chance meeting not even truly worth mentioning in the grander scheme of things, a meeting that would not even be important if it was not Samantha who brought out the literal in Nothing. It is also now that we learn of Sa
Novella - Chapter 8Chapter 8 Understanding Nobility and Ignoring Yesterday
Down low to the ground, in that building that shows movies to no one, a single mouse is searching for food along the wooden floor; zipping with great speed as stealthy eyes watch the little beast's every movement. Persian Cat sits gently on one of the kitchen counters inside Samantha's retro-humble apartment. The yellow of the feline's eyes keeping close eye on its target. Royalty isn't above hunting. Hunting is a noble and honored sport. Hunting strengthens the mind and body. Hunting keeps the old alive and alert. Hunting is a fact of nature that even a proud Persian can not deny. Hunting gets the blood pumping and the heart racing. Hunting is good for the soul and spirit. Hunting is something no creature is above. Hunting is also very fun, especially for a cat on the prowl. Today, however, is that one mouse's lucky day. Samantha wakes with a quick stir and startles the little thing back into hiding. Safe from those watchi
Novella - Chapter SevenChapter 7 - A Letter from Narration
At this point it is possible to make assumptions about the characters in our story. It is possible to see beyond the veil that is written and piece together the pieces that have been tossed about the ground. The puzzle seems to be slowly putting itself into place but then an odd piece pulls itself to light and we can not make heads or tails of it. The color of this piece does not fit with the picture on the box, but I tell you this small piece does not come from a different puzzle.
That small piece will have you wondering and wondering, while yet all the other pieces slowly fit themselves together and the picture is slowly revealed. However you will also notice that the image on the box is not exactly the puzzle you are piecing together. Something is not quite right, yet you are unsure what it is. As time passes you now think you know exactly where that odd piece from before was meant to go, yet there is something wrong again. The
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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