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Literature Assignment 2Curiosity was bored. She stared at the ancient hourglass before her. Resting her head on the Fine Oak table, she attempted to hear the grains of sand. Each had their own story to tell, or so she though. She pondered on what those tales must have been. The travels they had undertaken, the wonders they may have seen. To feel the warm rays of the Sun as he saluted them each day, while at the same time the cool of the ocean. To have felt even the slightest touch of bare skin. To have basked at the ever radiant beauty of the Moon.Literature Assignment 2 by ~Constatinoplean
Yet; just like her brothers told him, everything must eventually follow a pattern. These grains may have travelled the Lands, yet they had ended inside the hourglass. They were the lucky ones, as thousands more of their brothers made the glass that now caged them. It was a bit morbid in fact, when she thought about it. It was then that the eldest brother; Logic, walked in.
"Salutations, little sister. How are you this morning?" He asked in his rather neutral tone.
Literature Assignment 1Tapping the wooden floor with the back of his left foot impatiently to an unknown rhythm, he sits staring hollowly, at the blank screen before him. Inspiration doesn't draw near. For ten tedious long minutes he sits. Hunching in front of his laptop, as if this were to help him do anything. Finally, as his eyes burn from tiredness of this pointless exercise, he launches himself back on the chair and drops, a combination of boredom and frustration lingers on him.Literature Assignment 1 by ~Constatinoplean
He begins to look around the room lazily. He stares out the window. It's getting dark. Already his cat has stopped waving good luck and prosperity, marking the beginning of the evening. He looks at his watch. 5 o'clock. Blimey is that cat accurate. He gets up and closes the curtains, making sure not to hit the cat. For the last time she fell, her solar cell popped out, and it was a bloody nuisance to put it back. He ensures to not hit the "Toka-Cola" bottle either. A small token, but which is a reminiscence of the old