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Writing Scraps #2

He sat, regally reclined and bored, on his crimson throne. The hall was dusty and broken, full of aged furniture, cracked gold, and dead foliage. A thick layer of gray dust sat upon everything, a gruesome veil hiding what once was beautiful beneath age. 467 more words


Writing Scrap #1

“Selfishness is human nature.”

The words are stale, having been repeated and restated and reshaped a thousands time over. A few of the surrounding workers roll their eyes at each other, eating steadily through their breakfast, but that’s all they do. 441 more words