throe

At a place called Dizzy Whiz, a youngish man with the code name Throe walks in for his usual Big Breakfast, which is in fact the cheapest place to eat in this small town that calls itself a city. Taking a seat at the counter for the proper truck stop diner feel, he sips bad coffee. A young woman in black, with pink hair and...
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Throe paused at his art desk when a sudden a frightening
realization draped over him like a thick curtain: he had
reached the pinnacle of the pictorlal narrative known as
comic books. Having attained such mastery over the art,
Throe knew that any further attempt at comic creation
would only be masturbatory self-indulgence into a form
that he has so beautifully dominated. He considered
suicide...
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The sky darkened towards the West and the wind blew cars
over and small children through the electric air. In the distance the sky turned radioactive green and the tornado
siren bellowed. Painful rain blew sideways and soaked me
quite thoughly. The hail smashed wiindshilds and cracked
my skin and the blood mixed pink with the rain and I went
indoors.
What a beautiful day...
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And tumble unfettered into an uncertain future.