A bee tried to get in. It's raining outside and the windows are closed. I wondered if it would survive the day. I heard that if bees wings get wet they can't fly. So how would it escape? Several minutes and failed attempts later I watched the bee slump away. If it's possible to slump in mid air. It did whether it is or not. Don't ask questions everyone knows the answer to.
Conversations with yourself can be so dull. But yet again most of the time not. Who would feel a presence of dull around me? For I'm me, and that's pretty great.
The click in the opposite room was undeniable. A hollow sound with no meaning but a definite source. It stopped abruptly but was quickly replaced by the sound of thunder. The source of the clicking hated thunder and would leave the building any minute now to take cover. Good because I hated the source of the clicking. It was not my friend.
Slipping from bed I put shorts and a baggy T-shirt on. Now that's a turn in a story point isn't it. A distant wise girl chooses something so dull as shorts and a T-shirt. Even though we've already established she's not dull. I would've expected me to choose something along the lines of velvet or a flowing dress, or even leather. Even sparkles would have been more suited but certainly not a baggy T-shirt and shorts. Oh well no one would know. No one saw me today. It was a Sunday. And Sunday's were my days. My days to take the story turning point of my choice. So here we go.
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The definitely not dull me
Fantasy'The definitely not dull me' outlines the story of grace, and everything she is and is not.
