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"The meaning you infused into a story is a pointless exercise; just write what you feel is right for the story and let the crowd try to give meaning to the fact there was a crow in the scene, despite the fact you simply liked the bird."

~Anonymous

Dizzy. Am I dizzy? What type of feeling might attune one-self to-

*crack*

Oh…I found the floor, so much for that monologue. I think I’ll just lay here for a bit.

“Who are you?”

Oh goodie. Looks like I have to be coherent now. So much for that nap I’d penciled in.

“For what reason do you appear before me?”

Oh god they’re rushing me! Why is everyone always in such a hurry? You won’t die if that hamburger starts killing you two minutes late-

“And wh…are…are you alright?”

Oh! This is new! Better…“Huff”…get up…”cough”…for the nice voice.

You manage to roll onto your back and open your eyes. A large, dimly lit room greets your senses. The shadowy space is illuminated by torches, allowing you to see the lovely marble floor you’re apparently so fond of along with intricate murals and stained glass windows. Looking between your feet, you notice a dark figure sitting atop an elaborate throne.

“Are you unable to reply?”

The figure moves forward enough to catch some light. A shimmering black coat and glistening mane that flows in a non-existent wind smacks your eyes with its gleaming shine. A stupid grin climbs it way upon your face.

“Are you…umm. I mean not to be harsh, but you appear a bit foolish.”

“*giggle* Better to remain silent and be thought a fool rather than to speak and remove all doubt.”

The creature cracks a wry grin and appears to study you further.

Your Move

Pervert like: Well hello beautiful, I’ll take one of you and a side order of ‘Damn!’

Witty like: The more you stare the more inclined I feel.