The Bored Book

The Loneliest Thing

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A flash of black beneath softly closed eyelids. A whisper of darkness and reflection under a blanket happiness. A loud banging on the door of future's past.

Sudden, afraid.

Hideous.

inhuman.

Loud  barking, friends or enemies? The darkness hides their face. I look around, i am playing with death and destruction, winning at leaving and staying at losing.

They are shadowy figures in the back. They crawl and beg much like me. They  look like me!

I run.

I run past my hopes, through my dream and out of my goals.

A tree, beautiful and baring life. It falls, falls ftom grace into hate. Long breaches dance dangerously to the ground. I am lost.

I run again.

More barking. Utter darkness, i am afraid. I feel my legs grow tired and used. I rest. I go. I sit. I wait. I run again.

I come to there.

Flowers grow by there. They blame themselves for being weak, yet they blossom in to sunsets and moonlights. I watch, i wait, and look as a beautiful creature blossomed into a beautiful light.

I turn away, i miss family.

I miss my smiling girl in the blue dress. I miss pulling at the funny white rope she keeps hanging out of her and puts in her weird looking ears. I miss her touch and my rewards.

I hear a song, dizzying and reminiscent. It plays onwards, a tone of emotion hidden in my mind. It plays on, i listen, i never listened like i listen then. It tells me things, it makes me feel sad joy. It reminds me of my smiling girl.

I run on furry tired legs. I bark for attention. No one comes. I bark louder. No one hears. I am alone.

She left me.

I run into a town, i run into a house. A ladder stands against its wall. I run around it. It falls down and i jump out of its way. Death  was close. I am hero who survived it.

I enter home.

Not mine. Not anyone's really. No one has marked it with their existence. A wind blows in, it makes the curtains dance in its wake. I play with the flying creatures. Pretty, but they rip easily.

Fun.

A screen plays. Its like the one my smiling blue dressed girl watches. It plays the same thing. Two flying creatures taking off. They are small and i wish to chase them. They remain me of going to the park with my girl. She let me chase them there.

Birdy.

I walk to food arena.

Its empty, as i suspected. I sniff but nothing, the blue dressed girl isn't here.

Sadness.

Alone.

I look up. Oh, red.

Dripping down the wall. Red droplets carpet the white. I sniff, iron. Blood. Bad.

I run away from home. It is covered in iron and reeking of my missing.

I run far.

I see doors. Hateful doors.
They are merely grueling soulless metal things. They open and close. But not today.

I try.

I try to go inside. They glare at me and deny my enthusiasm. I look around, a sign. Big and orange. Looks like butter and i feel hungry again.

I walk more.

I walk for awhile. I feel lost. Where my smiling girl?

Where is ball?

I come here. Here is different. Here has a lot of water i play with for some time. It has a nice seat thing i sit under. My smiling girl would have liked it. Its peaceful.

Here makes me miss her. I left here.

I walk. A field. Beautiful and free. I go there.

There are barrels. They are tall and stand together. They remain forever. I walk past. They not interesting, not like curtains.

Then i smell it.

Sweet. Delicious.

Candy.

Its under a fence. I crashed it between my teeth. No, its not candy. Just paper. I swallow bits of it anyway.

Disappointment.

I walk more.

More barking. It the dark.

No.

Thats me.

I am barking.

The hideous inhuman thing is back.

It chases me.

I run.

I cry.

I howl.

I hope.

I wake.

My eyes are heavy. The sun slips into our room. My girl is awake. She is  brushing her long furry hair.

Sometimes she brushes mine too.I am pleased. She is with me again.

"Pixel, you awake girl?" My girl pats my head.

I lick her hand.

Then she says it.

"Good, its walkies time!" She cheered running out of the room.

No fair, i run after her.
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Um. Yeah. That was about what dogs might dream about. I wondered about this when my dogs seem to have nightmares in their sleep and thought. I wonder what this happy creature could possibly be having nightmares of? And here you go. I probably could have done better then this. It feels hurried and rushed without a plot to me. But hopefully it isn't as bad as I think.

Wordcount: 896
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Answers: Scary Riddle Guess The Song   Every single person died.  Believer
The couples lived.         Imagine Dragons
               

Today's Riddle: A wealthy man lives alone in a small cottage. Being partially handicapped, he had everything delivered to his cottage. The mailman was delivering a letter one Thursday when he noticed that the front door was ajar. Through the opening he could see the man's body lying in a pool of dried blood. When a police officer arrived he surveyed the scene. On the porch were two bottles of warm milk, Monday's newspaper, a catalog, flyers, and unopened mail. The police officer suspects it was foul play. Who does he suspect and why?

Tonight's Guess The Song: I know that I am runnin' out of time
I want it all, mmm, mmm
And I'm wishin' they'd stop tryin' to turn me off
I want it on, mmm, mmm
And I'm walkin' on a wire, tryin' to go higher
Feels like I'm surrounded by clowns and liars
Even when I give it all away
I want it all, mmm, mmm.