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Self-explanatory. If it isn't, then refer to the first post. This is the place in which the typist tries out her weird experiments, meant for no eyes to see. However, if you happen to see this - you must be a curious one. Most likely. Of course, assumptions are never the best things to base on. This is for the ones that don't get to make it too far, but traveled enough to have a special place of its own. For the ideas that don't just die off in the way most things do. ... I think I'll stop musing for a good bit.

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The Introductory Post,

Greetings to myself! How preposterous… Well, if someone else finds this, I suppose it would be nice to give a brief explanation to this bizarre concept/idea of mine.

Basically, I intend to pen things such as random writings, poetry and et cetera with only one line per day. Yes, you read that right. This would mean that if a story of mine has sixteen lines, it will take me that many days to compile it together neatly into a page in which I would provide a link. Frankly, this is a personal fun and silly idea of mine. So yea. Horribly hilarious, now isn’t it.

If ever - I will punch myself if I come off as showy or conceited - you wish to follow this strangeness of mine, I would suggest against it since I intend to make it go in a chronological order in a sense. I will be messing around with the posts and so I believe it will not be wise to carry out the aforementioned action. It’s been three paragraphs, so I’ll just shut it now. Here I go; personally I hope this lasts.

Obscurity

Started on the 12th of June, 2013.

Completed on the 17th of July, 2013.

Probability

Started on the 18th of July, 2013.

Paused on the 17th of August, 2013.

Continued on the 28th of November, 2013.

Completed on the 2nd of December, 2013.

#Oh.#This will be updated from time to time.

I opened my eyes to be greeted with perpetual darkness, along with the fact that I seemed to be imprisoned in a small space - something that made me feel terribly uneasy.

#120613 #s; obscurity #s

Slowly, I craned my neck slightly in a poor attempt to descry something, anything.

#130613 #s; obscurity #s

Since I was unable to see anything even after doing so, I leaned forward considerably - only to regret it afterwards.

#140613 #s; obscurity #s

For when I have done so, my body stiffened almost immediately when I felt someone's breath on the top of my head.

#150613 #s; obscurity #s

Questions beset my mind.

#160613 #s; obscurity #s

Just where could I be with this unexpected companion?

#170613 #s; obscurity #s

I’m beginning to consider that we might be trapped in an empty, wooden closet.