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Date Posted: Thu, Jul 20 2006, 3:41pm PDT
Author: Heaven Castor
Subject: - the animal I have become





They said that everything would be better someday, they couldn't understand that it was all over. I went away and became successful, too bad it was for nothing. It used to hurt so badly, y'know.. the fact that I couldn't do anything right, the fact that my brother would always remain the golden child. I used to want to be famous, later it warped into something different.. less complicated. I simply wanted a taste of success, a taste of something that I didn't know I couldn't handle. Success.. hmm... let's examine that vague subject, maybe I'll use it in a new story. To some, success comes with grades, job, family, and then finally death. My success was to do something that would make my mark on the world, so that my offspring would have something to be proud of. Success to me was something that would set me apart from the average joe. I had goals, I was driven.. I wanted my name in print, and I wanted it to be for something that was original and unprecedented. So I wrote a book while I was in my first year of college, and I sent it to a local publisher in hopes that they would like my manuscript. Too bad they didn't dislike it, too bad they published it and gave me that long awaited taste of success. It launched within a few months.. Restrictive Reality was a best seller and I hit the promotion circuit. I dropped out of school and soon enough it was time for me to write another best seller. I had nothing left to say, I poured out my creativity in one sitting and didn't have anything else to give. Well.. here I am, failure that I am, to get some R&R and get some material for another book. Watch out.. I'm back.


Blond hair, blue eyes, decent natural glow.. California girl at best, maybe some nice stupid little girl in ned of some direction. Yet that blond hair is let loose incautiously, without a good brushing, and with snags here and there. Reading glasses are embedded somewhere on the top of her head, completely accessible. The young woman's blue eyes are darkened by a dark seriousness that is unexpected in someone who had just achieved the right to legally drink. A hand with slender fingers, that are adorned by nails bitten down the quick, trails over one of the sofas. A smile lingers upon her lips as she remembers the rustic lodge that this cafe used to be. A slight sigh escapes those soft lips as she orders a cup of black coffee. She totes her cup back to her claimed couch and opens her laptop, her fingers silent on the keys because she simply has nothing to say.


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