Thursday, June 21, 2012
What do you think?
Give this a title:
The clock on the mantle ticked, endless, monotonous. Far in the distance, the sound of bells clanging together in disjointed harmony whispered through the dead room. A lone narcissus, withered and brown, lay upon the otherwise bare table. And the sound of weeping filled the emptiness.
And then a sound, creeping, timid, like the broken melody of a lark in the early morning, a song of rejoicing, began to steal through the rooms. The grey mantle lifted. A gentle breeze sifted through the window panes, brushing against the soft petals of the lonely flower. And peace to satisfy the soul settled over the place.
Because I can't think of one. That was an absolutely pointless little two paragraphes I just typed for fun and now I don't know what to do with. So you help me. What do you think I should do with 'em?