Bad MemoriesBad MemoriesBad Memories by Noratcat
The computer screen shone within the dimly lit room.
His pale face stared at the glowing glass portal.
Tired eyes unblinking as he scanned the images.
Everything had blurred within the last few days.
He hadn't shaved, barely ate, drinking only cold tap water and munching on stray bits of candy.
The words before him clumped together, broken up by varying paragraphs.
Adventures between friends, tales of fancy, bonds of parenthood.
Fantastic stories to the eye, but he couldn't help but wince.
Disgust swelled within his heart, but he didn't know why?
Mommy? Bloom? Crossover? All the words went together.
Praise and criticism; the latter he focused more upon.
Then it hit him and with that he leapt from his chair.
He needed a walk, something to shake off the memory of being a pony writer.
Same Old ThingSame Old ThingSame Old Thing by Noratcat
Every day the same thing.
In and out like clockwork.
Standing behind a plastic top counter.
Papers scattered above and below, coupon and sales enlisted.
Feet against carpet floors, voices speaking amongst the aisles.
Questions come like a rainstorm. Torrential drops of “Where is this item?” or “Do you carry?”
Moods elevating upward and down; not even the air condition can regulate.
All in all its the same old thing: The life of a cashier.
Current Residence: Chicago Illinois|
Favourite genre of music: Japanese or anything that's good
Favourite cartoon character: Zuko (Avatar), Mandarin (SRMTHFG) Templeton (Charlotte's Web) Adder & Weasel (AoFW)