March 16th, 2009

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Exercise in Writing 1

Just a simple writing exercise for the sake of writing.

The Open Door
© 2009 by Joseph A. Nagy, Jr. under the CCD CopyWrite

"Enter here," the open door said as if anyone was there to listen. There was nothing to answer its call except the wind. There was no one to close it or prop it against the heavey, dust laden gusts that blew through the decaying concrete jungle. It was a forgotten relic, that door and everything about it, from a forgotten time when homosapiens walked the earth. Now nothing existed except dust, concrete and steel. Even those were decayhing, though. No more books. No more computers. No more radio or t.v. Space, especially in near earth orbit, was cluttered with the decaying orbits of broken and unused satellites. All of mans creations were like that. Broken. Unused. Decaying. To what end had they created these things? In the end man only destroyed itself. Imploded and took the whole of life with him. Now a barren wasteland, the earth itself in silent mockery. With every second, minute, hour, day and year it screamed out "I have won!" No one was left to hear it though. All life was gone and the universe never took notice.

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Originally published at Ameliorations 1.0.

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Exercise in Writing 2

Just a simple writing exercise for the sake of writing.

What Evenings Are For
© 2009 by Joseph A. Nagy, Jr. under the CCD CopyWrite

Evening was the time for intrigue, parties and daring plans of grand design. At least it seemed that way to me for everyone else. All I ever did was sit at home and look at poorly made vis on YouTube, MySpace or New Grounds. The evening, for me was the time for solitude, surfing the Internet, or masturbating to Playboy.

It was, that is, until the night a frantic knock came at my door. Not expecting any visitors I locked my workstation and began walking toward the door, putting on my robe as I made my way over. Whoever it was knocked again, seemingly more frantically if at all possible, "I'm coming," I called out as I fastened the robe's belt around my waist. Finally reaching the door I looked out the peeophole to see a strangely dressed woman standing outside my door. Satisfied she was harmless, I cautionsly opened myh door and invited her in. "May I help you," I asked as I stood there in my gold-colored, Star Trek-inspired robe, trying not to let the strangeness of the situation show on my face. She looked as if she were going to respond when she passed out right then and there. I caught her as she fell forward, placing her on my couch before closing and locking my door.

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Originally published at Ameliorations 1.0.

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