I am very sorry if the Chapters look like crap. I care? Well, not
really, but any way for Lisa, my sole companion in my world of fanficdom, I
shall continue. I will conquer this stupid machine and learn how to space
properly. There I said it. I shall endure so mwahahaha. And for Michele the
evil and her little Leah stoodge who dont have names I will add you in next
chapter I think. I do know what I am doing. I just have to do it Rachel
style. I have a feeling that you are really reading this and just not
reviewing so that I am miserable. Well guess what!
It is working. ;-P I hope I can get back into writing style over the
holidays. I might even get up a couple more chapters. I hate talking to
myself...........
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I decided to roam. Wouldn't anyone like to do that in Marius' home? So many things so little time. Or is it? I don't even really know why I am here. And where in hell is here? Well certainly not hell it is freezing! As I walked I pondered on these points. Then in the middle of one of the rooms sat Marius waiting for me. I snickered when I saw what embillished the ornately carved silver tray on the table betwix the two chairs.
"A paper plate, a can opener, and a can of sapghetti-o's?! Marius you have cerainly out done yourself this time." I said.
" It is all I have to accomodate your needs. I do not need to eat. Remember this? The best for you my dear. I'm shocked that my home contained this much. Eat now for we have much to speak of before you return to the place in which you belong." I looked at him with a thousand questions that happened to arrise from this statement. He stared pointedly as if to say go ahead and eat.
I did as I was asked. Hey I was hungry anyway. And when the rusty can opener finished it's task and I mine I returned my attention to the host. He was painting on a easel that I had not previously noticed. He looked at me and told me not to move yet. So weird this man is. What has time done to his head? Why do I believe all he says without doubt. He can not really be real. His sort are not real. He is about as real as Middle Earth. Yet here he is flesh and blood looking up at me as he paints. Wait a sec I hope he isn't painting me. He painted me while I was eating? Wow that is certainly the part of me I want to be remembered. The ravenous teenager battling with the can opener. I want to go see what he is painting!
"Okay come and see then, and yes it is you my foolish friend."
"Hey, hey, I was kidding about that chomping thing. And quit with the mind reading will you? I am rather beginning to loathe those preternatural advancements of yours. Are my thoughts not even safe any more?" I go over and wrap my arms around his neck while looking over his shoulder. I am as comfortable with this non-existent man as I am to my own step-father.
"We are quite similar as you were saying, you and I, unease is not a difficulty with you." I turned my attention to the piece. What piece? It is blank. In the ten minutes he had been doing this there was only a small black circle in the middle of the the canvas. Mystifying. "Me?"
"You will understand someday now please return to your chair". Marius said standing up. My arms were still on his shoulders and they fell down limply.
"But..."
"There will be time for awnsers soon. We have all the time in the world."
"I do not. Maybe you do... but I am only mortal"
"You have eternity to dream. Who says all halts for death?" He took my hand reassuringly.
"Who could say for a fact it doesn't?" I snapped my hand back.
"What would the world be like if all was based on fact? Come now. Sit with me and we shall speak of the past, we shall speak of the future, we shall speak of eternity, and most importantly we shall speak of the present."
And so I sat down beyond the transcendental and celestial room, the luxurious fanasty baths, and beyond the uncomplete painting.
I will end this chapter here. I must go to work now and I hope to write more later. I am afraid to save chapters and continue working ot them before I post because I fear that I shall not finish them. Is that a good stopping point for my continual blurbs I create for you? I will write again soon.
Chapter starts here ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~
I decided to roam. Wouldn't anyone like to do that in Marius' home? So many things so little time. Or is it? I don't even really know why I am here. And where in hell is here? Well certainly not hell it is freezing! As I walked I pondered on these points. Then in the middle of one of the rooms sat Marius waiting for me. I snickered when I saw what embillished the ornately carved silver tray on the table betwix the two chairs.
"A paper plate, a can opener, and a can of sapghetti-o's?! Marius you have cerainly out done yourself this time." I said.
" It is all I have to accomodate your needs. I do not need to eat. Remember this? The best for you my dear. I'm shocked that my home contained this much. Eat now for we have much to speak of before you return to the place in which you belong." I looked at him with a thousand questions that happened to arrise from this statement. He stared pointedly as if to say go ahead and eat.
I did as I was asked. Hey I was hungry anyway. And when the rusty can opener finished it's task and I mine I returned my attention to the host. He was painting on a easel that I had not previously noticed. He looked at me and told me not to move yet. So weird this man is. What has time done to his head? Why do I believe all he says without doubt. He can not really be real. His sort are not real. He is about as real as Middle Earth. Yet here he is flesh and blood looking up at me as he paints. Wait a sec I hope he isn't painting me. He painted me while I was eating? Wow that is certainly the part of me I want to be remembered. The ravenous teenager battling with the can opener. I want to go see what he is painting!
"Okay come and see then, and yes it is you my foolish friend."
"Hey, hey, I was kidding about that chomping thing. And quit with the mind reading will you? I am rather beginning to loathe those preternatural advancements of yours. Are my thoughts not even safe any more?" I go over and wrap my arms around his neck while looking over his shoulder. I am as comfortable with this non-existent man as I am to my own step-father.
"We are quite similar as you were saying, you and I, unease is not a difficulty with you." I turned my attention to the piece. What piece? It is blank. In the ten minutes he had been doing this there was only a small black circle in the middle of the the canvas. Mystifying. "Me?"
"You will understand someday now please return to your chair". Marius said standing up. My arms were still on his shoulders and they fell down limply.
"But..."
"There will be time for awnsers soon. We have all the time in the world."
"I do not. Maybe you do... but I am only mortal"
"You have eternity to dream. Who says all halts for death?" He took my hand reassuringly.
"Who could say for a fact it doesn't?" I snapped my hand back.
"What would the world be like if all was based on fact? Come now. Sit with me and we shall speak of the past, we shall speak of the future, we shall speak of eternity, and most importantly we shall speak of the present."
And so I sat down beyond the transcendental and celestial room, the luxurious fanasty baths, and beyond the uncomplete painting.
I will end this chapter here. I must go to work now and I hope to write more later. I am afraid to save chapters and continue working ot them before I post because I fear that I shall not finish them. Is that a good stopping point for my continual blurbs I create for you? I will write again soon.