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In response to
"Another day, another night so exhausted that all I can do is watch TV and veg. But I want to finish things and build things."
by
Beryllium
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I got bored and decided to practice writing.
Posted by
Beryllium (aka grayman)
Dec 9 '17, 01:19
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"Tod. Only one D."
"OK, Tod, have a seat."
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock on the wall looked like it had been hewn from the same material as the wall itself. A grey texture, vaguely rock-like. A rock wall. A rock clock.
Tick, tick, tick.
Tod eyed the closed door. He knew who was behind it.
Tick, tick, tick.
It was the sort of door that stoically kept out the riffraff. It looked bright, some exotic lightly-coloured wood - almost like an apricot. It stood out from the grey aesthetic surrounding it. But it, too, looked solid. Heavy. Unmoving.
Tick, tick, tick.
"Mr Havesham will see you now."
Tock.
Tod stood up and walked toward the door.
His pulse quickened. He had bad news to deliver, and that would mean worse news for him.
As he approached the door, it moved. Noiselessly, it opened outward, and morning sunlight flooded from behind it.
"Mondays," he mumbled to himself, squinting slightly. "What a wretched invention."
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