Agent Smith: A Study chapter 6 by glorifield, literature
Literature
Agent Smith: A Study chapter 6
Pain. Pain tearing through his sensitive neck and down to his chest. Smith was certain he had never felt anything so sharp and horrible. The worst thing was that it lasted.
It had been several days since his visit to Chris's apartment. He had since acquired a credit card in the mail and used it to order food from the cracked telephone that hung from the wall. Food had become an addiction, something that gave purpose to his day. Today's selection of purpose had been soup and crackers.
Exactly 32.4 minutes (he had timed it) after ordering, a lazy knock came at the door.
"Just," he said clearly and slowly, "leave it at the door."
An au
Dresses with frills flowing
your milky arms held high
conducting your personal symphony
Your face with rage is glowing
pushing every word towards the sky
until you reach the epiphany:
you’re just another anachronism
She traces constellations freckles,
There's almost a big dipper on his forehead
and enjoys his hiss and compliments,
she knows he adores her
but his laugh and voice,
crash like a middle school band
An hour goes by and conversation drowns,
"yes good, yes good, yes good"
They quote Power Rangers and Teretino,
neither bothering to finish a book
The thought of him is not enough,
not enough to make her smile
He's better when I miss him, she tells herself
I love him in small doses
Agent Smith: A Study chapter 6 by glorifield, literature
Literature
Agent Smith: A Study chapter 6
Pain. Pain tearing through his sensitive neck and down to his chest. Smith was certain he had never felt anything so sharp and horrible. The worst thing was that it lasted.
It had been several days since his visit to Chris's apartment. He had since acquired a credit card in the mail and used it to order food from the cracked telephone that hung from the wall. Food had become an addiction, something that gave purpose to his day. Today's selection of purpose had been soup and crackers.
Exactly 32.4 minutes (he had timed it) after ordering, a lazy knock came at the door.
"Just," he said clearly and slowly, "leave it at the door."
An au
Dresses with frills flowing
your milky arms held high
conducting your personal symphony
Your face with rage is glowing
pushing every word towards the sky
until you reach the epiphany:
you’re just another anachronism
She traces constellations freckles,
There's almost a big dipper on his forehead
and enjoys his hiss and compliments,
she knows he adores her
but his laugh and voice,
crash like a middle school band
An hour goes by and conversation drowns,
"yes good, yes good, yes good"
They quote Power Rangers and Teretino,
neither bothering to finish a book
The thought of him is not enough,
not enough to make her smile
He's better when I miss him, she tells herself
I love him in small doses
So, I've been working two jobs since the school year started (I still count things in "school years" because I teach), and I've now picked up an editing job on the side. On top of that, I don't have a reliable source of internet.
All of this is just a way of apologizing for my absence and the lack of that feature journal I promised. I will be attempted to jump back on the DA bandwagon soon. :) I look forward to seeing everyone's art.
I want to do another feature journal. You guys know how it goes. Comment on this entry and I will feature you in my next journal. Deadline is July 15.
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...but the sacred laws of tagging must be followed.
Needless to say, I did not see this coming.
The Rules:
1.) you must post these rules
2.) each person has to share 10 things about them
3.) answer the 10 questions asked to you and invent 10 questions the persons you've tagged will have to answer
4.) choose 10 people and put their icons on your journal
5.) go to their page and inform them they are tagged
6.) not something like "you are tagged if you read that"
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Things about Moi
1. I work with the mentally challenged and found it the best job I've ever had.
2. I am a mere 5 foot 1 and I ha