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I stood there, immobilized by what my eyes registered. An input from an inanimate object particularly, a journal. Who wouldn’t freeze?
I had to say, it was smart, employing the words I jotted down ages ago, and assembling them into a letter addressed specifically for me, substituting its lack of speech. The letter wrote:
Dear Owner,
Why?
Why do you address my name as Diary? I am Steve.
Why do you assume that I care about your life events? I am also not your specific someone or a parent to express your day to day story. I am merely a bundle of paper grouped together.
I am a choosy object. Unless you are famous for something, you have permission to use me as a biography.
Why do you settle your dirty hands upon my clean sheets?
Why do you expose your inner fears and vulnerabilities to me? I am open like all of my brethren books.
Why do you torture me? You stuff me into your bag, cramping me with all your belongings. I am a delicate book you abusive human.
I am infuriated.
Sincerely not yours,
Steve
And the realization came like a freight train. This was a notepad. This was a hard copy of a draft for my blog.
It’s been two days.
The Pi’s wait anxiously, their backs leaning on the hard raggedy surface of the cave’s outlines. Beams of light stretched across the caves almost revealing One’s spot.
“I told you, there’s nothing here you nincompoop, ” an Even’s voice exclaimed, the voice resonating through the volumes of the cave.
“I..I… swear Y-y-y-our Ma-ma-jes-t-ty. I saw the Pi’s come through here, ” another Even responded, obviously with lower authority than the first one.
“The scent of Three is powerful here Your Majesty. Eighteen speaks the truth, ” a female Even said, defending Eighteen.
Partially hidden by a fat stalagmite but fully concealed thanks to the pitch darkness brought about by the cave, Three gripped his dagger, both a blush and frown stitching his face.
Then everyone died in an instant for no reason at all ( I have nothing more to add.)
RedefiningRandom 