....a storyteller....
.....about the author.....
J.T
this is the introverted side of joel currently has an emo thing going short story writer

.....synopsis.....
i write then i blog.. simple enough rite?? dark stories atm so dun expect happy ones 4 a while n dun ask y.. even i dunno y
.....past writings.....
September 2008
October 2008
March 2009

:~: Friday, October 3, 2008 :~:

Entitled: coffeehouse

The smell of coffee was in the air as I sat down at the table. It was a plush setting, very modern and uptown but something seemed out of place. Where did all the men in suits and ties go? How did society in the blink of an eye transform into something totally foreign to me? I looked around and streams of teenagers milled about aimlessly, all plugged into their music devices as though they were being brainwashed. Where did my coffeehouse go? A place where time stood still, a place where you could’ve sat in front of your hot steaming cup of mocha and watch like a god as the people outside rushed around, trying to avoid the bone tingling chill of winter. Where did that all go?
I stepped out of the sanctuary that once existed and again was plunged into the unforgiving world and again took a long hard look. Everyone’s head was down, never looking up and they just trudged on. In the back of my mind I wondered, how on earth do they know where they are going?
I tried to push this all of out my mind and tried to see the sky, the sky that never failed to cheer me up before but once again, I was beat down. In place of the boundless clear blue sky, it was replaced by a small square of grey, framed by the hulking masses of concrete. Where did the sky go? Where did nature go? As I stood on the curb of the busy street, cars zoomed by and people never stopped to even look at his fellow man. There was a park just opposite of the street I was standing on where I used to play as a boy but that was gone as well. In place of the wonderful green trees, a lone flickering image stood alone, like a silent guardian keeping track of time and history. Curious, I rushed over, just to read on the small piece of plastic billboard saying, “ A tree once stood here”. Beneath that, it wrote" Tree: a perennial woody plant.”

by up_in_lights
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