"When thou want an animal of the outdoors; waiting be more torturous than sleeping. It is then that thee shall fall into a deep slumber inside the animals pre-chosen bed, out of boredom of the obsession." - Ella Toungette: When I Waited For My Puppy (In the style of Moby Dick)
I was sitting in the dog bed, waiting. I stared out the window, with anticipation. The soft dog bed comforting my shins from the torture of the rough wooden floor. It felt like months of waiting. My obsession of waiting in the dog bed and looking out the window had a consequence. The consequence of my obsession was very bad. I shall tell you the consequence in great detail. Are you ready? Alright, here we go. I fell asleep.
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Short Stories From a Camera
ContoA collection of random short stories. Some of the stories are related to my other stories (The Monster Hero and Nature's Sign). Not all of them are stories, some are poems or other things.
