There are so many things I could list that were wrong with the wall-less space in which I stood, from the paradoxical horizontal stairway, to the large, green oak door that seemed to be an oxymoron. Even the smoke which billowed slowly from the embers of a forgotten fireplace made my head hurt. But the the thing that grabbed my attention was the emptiness of the room. Which of course was yet another contrary idea, because there were several other people in this confusing space with me...
I, was most definitely high, but on what I did not know.
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Neither Rhyme Nor Reason
RandomA series of 100 word Drabbles with a slight twist. They don't really follow any theme but feel free to look for one, you might find something I haven't. I write these to relieve stress from school and shiz so I thought I might as well start postin...
