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Whispers in the room. Mumbling quietly. The bright illuminating, almost blinding light in the blanket of darkness. The voices worrying too much about something; not really caring. The room was filled with soft whispering of the television. Covered in the soft, tender, cosy blankets, boredom sat there, watching like a spider, also didn't care for what was happening.
He was tired.
Only thing that kept him awake was the sharp; blinding; annoying illumination of the metallic box in front of him.
Suddenly! Soft sounds of the television stopped sharply, static filling the entire blanket of darkness. Temperature dropped down, like an iceberg that just crashed into the room. Boredom turned into shock; shock into confusion... confusion, into fear.
Dark laughter gave away its location; scaring fear yet again- effectively so.
Calmed down now, fear turned into boredom again. He didn't have anything else to do.
Boredom, boredom, boredom.
He didn't have a choice, he had to do something. Darkness disappeared in the celestial illumination of the flashlight. Book on the table, he reached and grabbed it lazily, annoyed at the sudden blackout. He read the book so slowly, pathetically, lazily... he fell asleep.
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ÒwÓ English work
Short StoryI'm going to write some of my English work from school, and some I did outside of school! Mostly describing images, or writing short stories! Basically practice papers for English! Hope you enjoy! ^^
