"If she's "imaginary",explain how precise you are with her facial appearance then?"
Well, I don't really know myself because every woman I've sketched suddenly turns out to be real. It's not my fault I create things that turn out to actually exist.
"I don't know. I just sketched her. I'm sorry if you think I'm a creep."
Ciara scoffs and folds up her arms.
"I didn't say that you were a creep,Timothy," she responds to me.
"You thought of it though. And just so you know, I don't know whoever you think this woman is. I just sketched her. So If you don't mind,please,leave my house,"
"Timothy," Ciara is feeling guilty now.
"If you don't believe me,that's fine with me but please get out," I tell Ciara.
Silence.
Ciara doesn't say a thing. She just sighs and walks out of my house.
I groan in annoyance. I'm frustrated.
I hope she forgets any of this happened. I don't wanna have a bad record, I just moved here.
But gosh! I'm just glad my creation actually exists and I hope Ciara shuts the hell up about this sketch or we're gonna be playing Tom and Jerry.
I don't want to make her an enemy. She's too beautiful for me to kill her. I just want to be the good guy in this "nice" neighbourhood.
I hope life here doesn't get any hard for me here.
"Lets not assume what we don't know,Ciara. Lets not assume," I say to myself.
Tomorrow is gonna get better. I hope it does.
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"My MaRiLyn..."
General FictionTimothy Zolanski, a mentally distorted young man moves into a new neighbourhood hoping to start a new life. He then becomes obsessed with a beautiful lady in the neighborhood called "Marilyn". Whom he believes he "thought" into existence through his...
