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The ChairIt was built in 1946, the chair. Made of fine wood, the chair was carved neatly by a skilled craftsman, who then gave it a nice dark wood finish. The seat and back were filled with fuzz, then covered with a nice green fabric. The green upholstery comforted anyone that sat in the chair. and the chair was happyThe Chair by justcallmesly
The chair sat in a big room, a nice room. Many chairs like him were in this room. Women of all shapes and sizes sat in the chairs. They typed away with their typewriters, typing whatever it was they were writing (chairs couldn't see the things they did)
But in any case, the chair was happy.
Sometimes new things came in. Chair wanted to know what was in those boxes. Sometimes he found out, other times he did not, but it didn't really matter to him, because he knew he'd be happy forever.
But as time went on, the Chairs grew older. and Chairs fabric was just beginning to fade. But the Chair was happy doing his job.
Sometimes he saw one of his comrades have a minor break, and
Near death (the first version)Darrel wanted to die.Near death (the first version) by justcallmesly
He didn’t really have a reason. He just wanted to run off of this cliff in the desert. You could say he just wanted to experience death. He even left a note on the counter back at home for his girl, Matilda.
Going to see death.
See you in heaven, Matty.
He took a breath, a very deep one actually. Darrel wanted this to be a good last breath. The phone in his pocket vibrated again, but he ignored it. He didn’t want to hear Matilda’s pleas to keep him alive.
He took a few steps back, and then ran. Darrel smirked with delight as he bent down and jumped up off of the cliff. It was energizing.
As Darrel fell down, his life began to flash before his eyes. What he had forgotten long ago became good memories. There’s the one of him wearing pajamas to school at age 8. And there’s the one of his dentist appointment in freshmen year. Dentists suck, don’t they?
Now he’s at a special memory: his first encounter with Matilda.
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