[elijahecstasy]

Prologue:

The spoon is long gone from my cereal. But when I keep myself busy like I'm doing now you can see an outline of where the spoon used to be. A crusty rusted outline where a spoon once lay. To the common eye it looks as if the spoon never left. Looks as if the spoon is thriving. Nice and sterling silver. Bright as day and smooth as glass.

If anyone was to look closely they would see there's no spoon there; just an outline left to rot, but because everyone is pacified with the appearance of the spoon no one looks deep. No one walks up to my bowl and sees if the spoon is actually there. I guess it's normal. I guess the human race is just satisfied with what appears to be right, not really what is.

I've always wondered why no one cares enough to know what really is behind the rust and grime where the spoon was. Years of the spoon resting there left the mark. Left the mark that currently lays on the bowl, discoloring and distorting the bowl. Now all that is there is a shape of a spoon.

[cash1]

Dare I beg you for more? ^-^

[paramore_chick]

More, now.

[paineiscreepy]

O_O

Im not going to beg... Im not going to beg... Im not going to beg... Im... BEGGING YOU!

Write more. Right this very second... Or I will report you for... Errr..... I don't know! JUST WRITEE! PLEASEEEE!

[glassheartsbreak]

:] You never cease to thrill me.

Each and every one of your stories is unique and different.

[elijahecstasy]

Chapter one:

Tick tock. Tick tock. The steady rhythm of the clock on the wall was echoing through my room. It is old fashioned, but I love it. I am perhaps one of the only people who can actually tell the time on one and that’s one of the reasons I love it so much. It calms me too. Like a soothing coo of a bird, it is the safe haven of my worries and troubles.

"Adam Smith, I don't want to have to tell you again to get out here and get ready to go!" This was the cacophony of the manly woman's voice I have to hear every day from the woman who calls herself my mother. The problem is that my name really isn't Adam, my last name really isn't Smith, and that lady yelling at me really isn't really my mom. Sad thing is there is nothing I can do to stop the lie from continuing. I am a prisoner of 314 West Gold Street, Beacon New York. A trapped animal in a cage. More about that later though, I haven't even gotten out of bed and I'm running late.

I got up and threw together clothes. I could put them on. It would ensure me not getting in trouble. If I didn't I could run out of the house screaming in vengeance at the top of my lungs. Announcing that I'm free from everything including clothes. The victory would be mine! I put on the clothes. The boring blue jeans and dark polo shirt. And yet, everyone thought it looked “cool.” In the mirror I saw myself as too drawn back. I made sure every little strand of my rusty brownish orange hair was in line. It was getting long and I was sure it would be cut soon.

Once my hair grew past my ears it was always cut. I could resist the hair cut and scream that I wanted to be wild and untamed, but I never did. My eyes suggested that of rusty yellow paint chipping off a building. They could flash and look terrifying but they weren't special and they often made me mad. I didn't want yellow nasty eyes. I didn't want the long face with the chin that has the predominant bones that make me look older. I never asked for looks that make me look... Different. It just happens. I could use it to my advantage. Yell that I am different than everyone else and fight that I am better. But I don't. I just sit quietly through most of the day and coexsist with the rest of the world. The rest of the cold, dark, polluted world that was once a green planet.

[cash1]

*Applauds*
I think I'm going to say the M word :x
More.

[glassheartsbreak]

I want more tooooo.




Hey, hey hey hey hey hey.... Psst.




Go read Say Come, Elijah.


Fo rizzles.

[orangejuicey]

Wow.
:]
The prologue confused me a bit.
But I still love it.
I think I shall say the M word as well.
More.

[turtlecrazy97]

Nice :]
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>.>
may i ask what happened to secret impressions???
i cant find it anywhere /)_(\