An Empty Room, The Empty Chair

April 7, 2013
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Her old remains, so dismal and blue, lay silent in the frosted bleak room. Oh! such a room as this of darkness and horrid decay would cause the most jovial of beings to become overtaken with muteness.
This wizened women, who drowned in her own misery, had one companion, a wretched dog. Overtaken by the empty-ness of sight; she too, begin to grown blind and mute. How glorious silence is when thriving within the dark, how glorious indeed.
Although, sadly, there came a time when the aged dog begin to stray from speech too, and such as the marooned do (when melancholy starts to over-bare) she became annoyed be the repulsive canine from which she caressed with such care. And thus natures groping hand overcame the once adored little women, once begrudged by the empty chair.

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lackadaisicalwolf said...
Jun. 27, 2013 at 2:09 am
This made me sad T.T Good job, it's wonderfully written!
SongBird04 said...
Jun. 9, 2013 at 9:37 pm
Ahh! I love this! Miseducated, you are very talented and i love your stuff! I have enjoyed reading all of them so far! keep it upp~ :)
Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 15, 2013 at 8:26 pm
So though-provoking. And poetic throughout. You're good. Rocky. A little too good.
TopaztheArticulate said...
Apr. 23, 2013 at 2:50 pm
This is great! Very meaningful and evocative. :) Good job! Could you please read my piece The Talking Chair?
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