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Chapter 1
Arthur
It was dark. The world seemed it as if it was bathed in a strange blue light. Everything seemed foreign and alien. The sidewalks were plates, slick, as if coated with oil. It fought against the water that sloshed down the streets.
Rain fell like a dance. Arthur watched in fascination as it was sucked back into the earth, the ground was still hungry for more; it was a monster with an angry jaw and cold hollow eyes.
Drip splash drip splash
Rhythmic, it matched the beat of Arthur's heart. His purple umbrella matched the colour. Arthur was bruised, his soul battered. He was a dysfunctional machine left in a corner to rot, or maybe, he was the coal that powered it. Perhaps he was waiting to be extinguished. Perhaps he was waiting for pressure, pressure to become a diamond.
He had locked himself in and then thrown away the key. Hiding in his own shadows, he filled his life with messy scribbles in little black notebooks, forgotten quotes on walls and secret letters, addressed only to him. Arthur wrote of reflections, and stared at mirrors, wondering where he was. He wondered about poetry, if it was just a constant thread of nonsense, or maybe something worth his while.
For Arthur was a poet, filled with hot passion. It infected him and raced down his veins, warming his fingertips, and it boiled, like liquid gold.
He was coal on the outside but inside laid an ember, a spark.
Black on the outside, red in the inside.
Black and red.