" I am not in the mood for the sanitized and over edited stuff at the bookstore." ?
Well, JonAZ, this is the furthest thing from that. I call it something like "random, fun writing". Kind of like my random scribbling of imaginary animals and patterns when I'm bored...
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The walls were an opaque white, steady, blank, quiet. I took the door resting in the center of the room and dropped downwards. My desire to move inside of that quietness led me to yet another room of exactly the same aspects. From this point, I took a series of doors. All of them led me in different directions, but I always found myself in the same white room. I stared at the white wall. I pressed my body against the wall, arms outstretched. I thought I was the wall, but a bird mistook me for a tree. Landing on my arms it started speaking to me. I missed the words, entranced and horrified by the feathers that dropped pathologically from his body. What followed was frantic attempt to pick them up. This, of course, convinced the bird that I was not a tree. I was only able to reattach one feather before it took off into the emptiness of the air. The feathers fell through the space between the wall and floor just as water would.
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I can do worse... But you asked for it.