tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90838212012-02-06T20:24:49.697-05:00LackLuster is the story of a young woman and the last day of her life. It's a common place story with commonplace ideals. Even though it's a pretty good story...I guess.Anandanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11188170163885935346noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083821.post-1100801479523796742004-11-18T13:54:00.000-05:002004-12-01T11:41:09.986-05:00

This chapter has been removed and will be replaced with an updated version of this work. Please check back tomorrow to see the updated work.

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on't Let It Go Away. It’s something like 12:20 a.m. and there is no one to be seen in any direction. This isn’t the sort of place to be out in without backup or a quick method of get away. If where Katie lived was a rundown, crime infested eyesore then this was it’s bigger, meaner comtempory in short the Compton of this city. A smell of sewage pervades the thick, damp atmosphere making breathing

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"I know that's a kisser baby." “The chemicals between us.The walls that lie between us.Lying in this bed.The chemicals displaced.There is no lonelier place.Than lying in this bed.” She lies sprawled across the bed eyes shut tight trying to think, her mind a jumble of confused, disjointed thoughts. They spin around and around each other in an endless waltz of argument. A siren wails outside

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What's scarier than a stalker, a burglar, and that creepy old guy at the back of the concert who drives a black van? That’s an easy enough answer; a person obsessed with the Internet particularly the chat rooms, rpgs, and email accounts. Fear them, fear them well... Anyway I am, was, uh... anyway I'm just that kind of person so it only made sense that I would stumble onto the... “Dare”. I was on

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The city steams with the whirlwind activity of daily life- a visual blur of people and light in motion backed by a bombardment of chaotic sound against the ears. There is an energy that pervades the entire scene making one feel as through the breath is being squeezed from within. Perhaps it is the effect of having so many bodies around, something like what it must feel like to be buried

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A marquee of soft, incandescent clouds breezes slowly across a background of bright blue. Their shadows move like weighty thought, ghosting over the crowd with the blessing of shelter from the brightness of the sun. The latter peeks out coyly from behind them; it’s rays flash dizzily like chaotic thoughts hammering in your head. Beneath that juxtaposition is a city maybe New York, maybe anywhere.

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