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He took the massive piece of machinery out toward the back of his home for the second time that night. It was a rather cloudy night and he wanted to see how much of this piece of machinery actually worked. To think that he would ever work with such a boss was rather unsettling. He didn't have the answers to why he chose this job over the other, he just simply did. Whether or not that was a good idea, he never really cared too much. He turned him on for a second time. A ribbon of red scattered.
Strangely enough, he puffed and puffed, but did not exactly do as he had wanted him to work. Rather, the machinery in himself did not see the problems of it all. He was perfectly fine with the fact that he could not look into the sky and predict the weather. Or rather, was it he who wished that his invention would wish to see his skies? He looked around into the silence. To say that the scenery had stirred due to his prescence was probably wrong, since it was fairly clear that he had not the ability to change the scenery, nor predict the future. He didn't really care, he tried anyway, and he came up with snow next morning. Or was that sun?
The winds had already picked up. He ostensibly should just head back inside the house. Afterall, this was the mountains. He never really understood why the mountains would be the place where knowledge would become abound. Then again, he didn't seem to know much in terms of anything and everything. It was still night, or had a day passed already? He could hardly tell. He went about to what he should do during the night. Obviously there were things that he had to do, but he couldn't put a finger to what he wanted to do during that time either, as if he had lost memory of why he wanted to be there in the first place. He looked around the rather small cabin. He could have sworn that it was a house, but apparently he just used the wrong noun. The cabin was rather small and had no mirrors. It was funny, since a mirrorless cabin was just the sort of house he would have wanted. Mirrors were not his friends, afterall.
He made his way back into the bedroom, a bright and overly lit room by all means, but it was comfortable, especially during the times of cold spells when his joints would become stiff. The warmth of the light was enough to make him feel much better, and in essence that room had become his favourite part of the room almost instantaneously.
There were knockings on the cabin door. It would seem rather urgent, as the knockings were fast paced and relatively loud as well. It would seem that an emergency had arrived. Was he to be summoned for support as well? He slowly, but surely made his way through the bedroom door and slowly opened the light heavy door of the cabin. Three men stood there.
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Whether it was amazement or agony, he didn't know. He only knew that the rain had started. Red was definitely the colour the cabin needed, and he definitely did a very fine job painting the cabin walls. He walked out of the light heavy door of the cabin. It was raining. How he hated the rain.
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The rust had begun to form outside the cabin door. It was heavy, and did not budge for the most part, but the rain kept telling those who would listen about a life that never realized.
End
The restrictions of the story were that it must be one page long on my word processor. Might as well let this out for a while, since I'm too lazy to think of anything right now.
Strangely enough, he puffed and puffed, but did not exactly do as he had wanted him to work. Rather, the machinery in himself did not see the problems of it all. He was perfectly fine with the fact that he could not look into the sky and predict the weather. Or rather, was it he who wished that his invention would wish to see his skies? He looked around into the silence. To say that the scenery had stirred due to his prescence was probably wrong, since it was fairly clear that he had not the ability to change the scenery, nor predict the future. He didn't really care, he tried anyway, and he came up with snow next morning. Or was that sun?
The winds had already picked up. He ostensibly should just head back inside the house. Afterall, this was the mountains. He never really understood why the mountains would be the place where knowledge would become abound. Then again, he didn't seem to know much in terms of anything and everything. It was still night, or had a day passed already? He could hardly tell. He went about to what he should do during the night. Obviously there were things that he had to do, but he couldn't put a finger to what he wanted to do during that time either, as if he had lost memory of why he wanted to be there in the first place. He looked around the rather small cabin. He could have sworn that it was a house, but apparently he just used the wrong noun. The cabin was rather small and had no mirrors. It was funny, since a mirrorless cabin was just the sort of house he would have wanted. Mirrors were not his friends, afterall.
He made his way back into the bedroom, a bright and overly lit room by all means, but it was comfortable, especially during the times of cold spells when his joints would become stiff. The warmth of the light was enough to make him feel much better, and in essence that room had become his favourite part of the room almost instantaneously.
There were knockings on the cabin door. It would seem rather urgent, as the knockings were fast paced and relatively loud as well. It would seem that an emergency had arrived. Was he to be summoned for support as well? He slowly, but surely made his way through the bedroom door and slowly opened the light heavy door of the cabin. Three men stood there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whether it was amazement or agony, he didn't know. He only knew that the rain had started. Red was definitely the colour the cabin needed, and he definitely did a very fine job painting the cabin walls. He walked out of the light heavy door of the cabin. It was raining. How he hated the rain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The rust had begun to form outside the cabin door. It was heavy, and did not budge for the most part, but the rain kept telling those who would listen about a life that never realized.
End
The restrictions of the story were that it must be one page long on my word processor. Might as well let this out for a while, since I'm too lazy to think of anything right now.