To the Charred, a Distraction.
Occasionally, those that influence the world are those who represent a minute amount. Yes, this is indeed a truth, yet there is merit to those powerless who aim for that same influence. Today, you will witness the likes of which you had never comprehended in your life. A grain in the sand, the malady in a canary, the bringer of instant gratification, it is THE, THE ONLY...
hmm. Nobody's supposed to be reading this.
The audience claps, the echo of ghostly hands overwhelms the ruined, haunted theater. The noise echoes outside, a passerby walking his dog hears the commotion. The dog is intrigued, to the point where it returns to its four legged position instead of its regular two legged position, out of fear and respect, of course. The souls yell, cheer, parade, anticipating his words, some of the audience mouth the performer's words before he even states them, as if they know exactly what he will say next.
Now, keep in mind this is for only entertainment purposes only, dear. So don't take this personally!
The audience laughs, and are amused by the repetitiveness of this play. A seat is reserved for the performer at the stage, neatly cleaned, and dusted. The audience applauds for the final time before abruptly vanishing.
Hmm... Say, you... Yes, you!
Dear, let me tell you about a fellow named Coal.
Now this begins a long time ago... Far before the End, in the 21st Century.
A boy—yes, a boy.—is laying in his room, all alone. Typing at his phone, instead of going to sleep. It is 9:02 in the evening, and it is of course, bed-time. But he—yes, he.—is who hath written countless paragraphs and phrases, defied and said "Begone! Deferred, you are!" And so he, in an uncomfortable position, continues to type at his cellular device, a newly purchased one, approximately five months ago he was given this new phone. For he had begged his aunt to buy him one, for his older phone was obviously broken and unrepaired, obviously. In his notes, he wrote the following arrangements of characters. Unassumingly, forever changing history.
So it's night. I'm pretty tired rn lmao.
Anyways, I want to start something different. Something very cool. Something hopeful.
So what I wanna do is to have my own blog, posting supposed diaries of myself, containing rants and essays, interests and unnecessary jargon. In addition, I'd like to add a challenge, I'll make a drawing each day! And that drawing needs to have a name, a purpose, and a story. Whatever kind of story.
I can't remember anything special today, except for this specific event, so for the sake of the sakes, i will show the picture right now.
wren said it looks neat, he likes the faces. teehee
jbbartram-illu
turnnoffyourmind
tangentwithtanner
izzy806
ellievsbear
annaxmalina
romaincrisis
