MrIbis

meaning of life; Day 1 He opened his eyes. Blinked once, twice and winced at the bright glaring lights overwhelming his virgin eyes. A sudden pain surged from his behind and tears welled up immediately. He bawled out loud. Gulps of cold air filled his lungs as he wailed. He lived. Month 1 Day 4 An emptiness woke him from slumber. He was hungry. It was dark around him, but irregardless, that emptiness was too great to bear. Without a thought, he scrunched up his face and screamed at the top of his voice. A great lumbering figure walked slowly towards him. Year 1 "Haaaaappy birthday to you!" The horrible noises ended finally. He had no

swan symphony. The man in the grey-blue jacket walked with a limp. He stumbled along the pavement, alone. It was a moonless night, the few working street lights flickered like erratic strobes. Dust motes illuminated by the lights danced in the cold night breeze. A loud sucking sound and a single street light darkened. Darkness claimed yet another piece of territory in this neverending turf war. The man appeared to be in his late sixties or maybe even seventies. His jacket seemed to fit the stereotypical vagabond - dusty, wrinkled, and worn out. He limped his way towards a shop - "Ihy's Symphony". Fished for a small silver key from his sid

mirage. He never liked it. Everyone else can say it's lovely, cute or whatever bullshit they like. But, no Jeffrey never liked it. Then again, he never knew why. Sometimes, he would decide that it was its creepy cold staring eyes. Those unflinching eyes that could win any staring contest. Black eyes, without depth or emotion. No feelings, just paint on ceramic. No life. Then again, every Mickey Mouse collectible was like that. He might be more freaked out if the eyes actually started moving, so maybe not the eyes. Perhaps it was its head. It was obviously out of shape, he opined. The real Mickey Mouse has a nice round head, whereas this

a start :) Raven sat on the side of the bed, murmuring, "Will it make a difference? Brown or black?" "Will the brown stand out too strongly against my black dress?" "But it's too late to change it now!" A sigh was heaved, more out of a dogged annoyance than disappointment. Raven was annoyed and this is not a good start to the rest of the night. It all began when the managers announced they would have a new star that night. It started out as a mild curiosity, but the curiosity evolved to an irritation when it dawned on Raven that the new star essentially provided a little "healthy competition" in the hotel club, as the managers ha