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After a long boring day of being forced to write three pieces of writing at school, I felt as if at least one of those pieces deserved to be put on the interwebz. So here's the one that seemed the most fitting for this forum. Musty, dark and nostalgic, it is the principal’s office. In one corner sits a dusty bookshelf, in another a grandfather clock stands proudly. From the asbestos coated ceiling hangs a single naked lightbulb, emitting an ample amount of heat but not a great deal of light. Right in the middle of the room there stood a rickety desk, soaking up the dirt in the air, dominating the room. Amid all the clutter, two terrified students watch in horror as a towering man, radiating confidence and anger, wraps his claws around an off white phone. He punches in a number with an expression that highlights the lines and crinkles of age on his face; he brings the phone to his mouth, pauses, and states the students’ bad, bad deeds… The pupils stare into space. Unsure of what to do with their hands, both don’t dare to make a sound or let the man notice any sign of misery. They listen in dread as the man leans on his desk casually and utter the list of their disorderly ways. Every detail of the room is being absorbed by the students’ eyes; a fly buzzing around, the long shadows creeping through the closed blinds, an empty photograph frame. This could have been the dwelling of a man with no opinion, no thoughts, no imagination; this was a room of a man who wanted to bottle up his secrets and give nothing away. Did he have a family? Did he enjoy his job? Who could have known by looking at this blank canvas of a room? Down goes the phone. CRASH. Shocked by the sudden noise, the pupils quickly turn their gaze to the grainy carpet. The man turns around to face the two students, and sees a couple of guilty, sad boys looking down at the floor. With no clear emotions, he shoves the two out by the shoulders and the boys are abruptly showered with the harsh sunlight. Now out of the horrid room with the horrid atmosphere the boys each release heavy sighs. Tossing the memory out of their minds, the pair walk off, chattering animatedly, heads lifted high above their shoulders. And thus life continued traversing its path. Hope you enjoyed it. *Edit*: Aaaw, no replies after two days? Unhappy Boosh is unhappy.

2012-04-09 04:54:00 Author: Kaboosh99 Posts: 359

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This should be a noticed thread. Like it. MAKE MOAR!

2012-05-22 13:20:00 Author: Xtrahuman Posts: 431

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This should be a noticed thread. Like it. MAKE MOAR! Actually, I have made more, but I just posted the first one to see how it goes. Had to do two more for school. They're all saved on my laptop at the moment.

2012-05-24 05:35:00 Author: Kaboosh99 Posts: 359

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