Experiment Chapter 3
Lily sipped her hot cocoa. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine her father beside her. Dont sip too much at a time, Lily he would say. You just might burn that little tongue of yours. Generally when Lily heard this, she would grumble at his comment. This time though, she heeded his advice. Maybe, then hed come back...
As Lily took another sip, there was a knock at the door directly across from her. She glanced up at where the knock had came from. The room made it feel so far away. Another knock came and Lily continued to look at it. That is, until she heard the voice. It was the man.
"Lily, come over and let me in."
Lily hopped down from the bed. She ran about towards the door, stopping a few feet away. "Where's the robot?" She wondered aloud. Just then, the hovering bubble came over.
"You called me, miss?"
"Can you get the door, please?"
"Certainly, miss." It floated toward the door. A small metal arm came out of its form and pushed a button on the door. The door slid open and Lily stepped back.
She was still clutching the small cup of hot cocoa and it her grip became tighter as she tensed in uncertainty.
The door revealed the man that Lily had talked to in the pixel. "Hello Lily," He said. "Are you all right? I hope you haven't been too frightened on your own." He came in and took off a long black trench coat. "Javier, if you would be so kind?" he indicated to the robot.
"Yes, sir." The robot, now known has Javier came over and relieved the man of his long black coat. Now he looked much less frightening.
"Now, Lily I have been very rude as to not make your aqaintance" he stepped forward slightly and clasped his hands together, looking at Lily. "Most call me Mr. Strecker, but dear Lily, I should wish you to call me by my real name. I'm Damien."
















Devious Comments
Comments
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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~My happiness is addicting.
~Did you know...that I...LOVE BEYOND BIRTHDAY SO MUCH I WOULD RIP OUT MY BLEEDING HEART AND GIVE IT TO HIM ON ONE KNEE!!??!! Then I would feed it to him like a little baby c:
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"Please. Don't finish that sentence...
I'm imagining what it would be like,
to be the words hanging from your lips... ♥" Gaaah! Amazing!
And
"Lo, the heart
where sin is sadly knocking."
I also keep forgetting to post some poems...
Ugh, time is of the esscence and I've not much of it as of late. lol
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"Please. Don't finish that sentence...
I'm imagining what it would be like,
to be the words hanging from your lips... ♥" Gaaah! Amazing!
And
"Lo, the heart
where sin is sadly knocking."
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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