Behind Broken Bottles
Clow Read
Author Note: welcome everybody! You have died of boredom in the first chapter and now you've made it toward the second chapter. MY purpose in this story is to complete it! Ya! And make you cry! If you haven't noticed by now…this story is very depressed lotta angst or what ever you call it…but I will promise you a happy ending! Or a cliff hanger….::smiles evilly:: I will intend to have a squeal! But I'm not giving out the plot on that! ::Laughs widely:: ::People stare:: Well that's about it. See ya!
::Part I::
Clutching his finger to his mouth Clow Read switched hands and feverishly tried to write with it. With nothing to keep the page stable, writing with his left hand was challenging.
He'd drunken too much, the alcohol bended at his mind as he tried to grasp with little memories he had before they swished away with the beer. No use, he could feel his mind numbing relatively quickly. All his nerves in the brain preparing for a complete mental shutdown. Drop by drop, the silent rain outside. Drop by drop for those few minutes he could feel his world slipping past him.
Drop by drop…
::Part II::
He awoke with the silent dream in his mind. Like an old movie. He clutched his head feverishly. The second he awoke his sensed hadn't prepare him for the horrible hang over. He turn to his side resting on the soft pillow to lessen he pain on his forehead. Nothing…
The dream was so dramatic almost like an old film… Every person who had ever come to know her had gathered for the funeral. The snowfall came in light brisk drops. People huddled together, as they silently cried. No sound, just the soft tears against the snow. Rapping around the crystal clear casket, the man ahead preaching words in a stable tone. The casket slowly dropped as the ice huddled around it, and in his hands Clow Read carried a single lily…
Almost the same as his daughters funeral, except he was the only person there…
::Part III::
Nowhere left to hide…Clow Read frantically scanned the scene. His death was all too near for the altering. He broke her spirit… Through his drunkenness the key and the guardian was forgotten, that in only days would his daughter return and come for him…
::Part III::
Drop by drop…as he slowly watched the time go by, suddenly mesmerized by the grandfather clock. He sat there, watching the few remaining minutes of his life go by. He huddle himself in his own pool of dark liquid shivering at his own rage and terror. His eye gave in as they slowly closed and his body died…
The broken bottle rolling away…
Alcohol…
Authors Note: Bwa ha ha! Now I command thee! Review for me! This was a very short chapter! Hey!? Could anyone tell me what the code is so you can make font small? Please email me at ashiagypsy@yahoo.com! K! Bye!
Clow Read
Author Note: welcome everybody! You have died of boredom in the first chapter and now you've made it toward the second chapter. MY purpose in this story is to complete it! Ya! And make you cry! If you haven't noticed by now…this story is very depressed lotta angst or what ever you call it…but I will promise you a happy ending! Or a cliff hanger….::smiles evilly:: I will intend to have a squeal! But I'm not giving out the plot on that! ::Laughs widely:: ::People stare:: Well that's about it. See ya!
::Part I::
Clutching his finger to his mouth Clow Read switched hands and feverishly tried to write with it. With nothing to keep the page stable, writing with his left hand was challenging.
He'd drunken too much, the alcohol bended at his mind as he tried to grasp with little memories he had before they swished away with the beer. No use, he could feel his mind numbing relatively quickly. All his nerves in the brain preparing for a complete mental shutdown. Drop by drop, the silent rain outside. Drop by drop for those few minutes he could feel his world slipping past him.
Drop by drop…
::Part II::
He awoke with the silent dream in his mind. Like an old movie. He clutched his head feverishly. The second he awoke his sensed hadn't prepare him for the horrible hang over. He turn to his side resting on the soft pillow to lessen he pain on his forehead. Nothing…
The dream was so dramatic almost like an old film… Every person who had ever come to know her had gathered for the funeral. The snowfall came in light brisk drops. People huddled together, as they silently cried. No sound, just the soft tears against the snow. Rapping around the crystal clear casket, the man ahead preaching words in a stable tone. The casket slowly dropped as the ice huddled around it, and in his hands Clow Read carried a single lily…
Almost the same as his daughters funeral, except he was the only person there…
::Part III::
Nowhere left to hide…Clow Read frantically scanned the scene. His death was all too near for the altering. He broke her spirit… Through his drunkenness the key and the guardian was forgotten, that in only days would his daughter return and come for him…
::Part III::
Drop by drop…as he slowly watched the time go by, suddenly mesmerized by the grandfather clock. He sat there, watching the few remaining minutes of his life go by. He huddle himself in his own pool of dark liquid shivering at his own rage and terror. His eye gave in as they slowly closed and his body died…
The broken bottle rolling away…
Alcohol…
Authors Note: Bwa ha ha! Now I command thee! Review for me! This was a very short chapter! Hey!? Could anyone tell me what the code is so you can make font small? Please email me at ashiagypsy@yahoo.com! K! Bye!