I know I havent written in some time, but it happens, when I suddenly dont feel like ya have anything to write down though many things might be going on around you worth writing.
It was almost summertime, the grass was getting green, not the yellowish brown, dead. even the birds were arriving in some ammount, it was getting up to 14°c outside, which is quite alot if ya think about that it used to be below freezing and stuff, its spring. But then suddenly one day, it started to snow and it was like a quick winter, but then it got warm again. Now it snows from time to time and its freezing in the morning. All I can say at the moment is HAPPY SUMMER, because I belive that in a few days the 'first day of summer' is coming and its snowing, o.O.. whatch up with the weather, come on already, make up yar mind, summer ~ winter?
Id like to write some nonsense, things, like short story threads that would have almost nothing to do with time, date, or situations. Imagion a cabin within a thick forest, spring is closing in and its still cold outside. Ya own a old doll, something you dont really want to keep, though you cant bring yourself to go out and throw it away, or even to tell someone that they can keep it. For the longest time you cant help but stare at that doll which has been holding onto you with some unknown force which you can not bring yourself to brake. From time to time you get some things, such as colors and pearls, to fix up the old doll so that one day, if that day would ever arrive, when you could finally get rid of the doll, that it would look pretty, even be a collectable. You dont really know anything about old collectable items, all that can pop up in yar mind when ya think of collecting is food, old people with nothing else to do and kids collecting cards from television shows by the hundred, not really knowing what to do with them exept to say 'I own that one'.
You come home one day from down town, which was half an hour away if you had a car, which you do. This was one of those days when you saw something in the craft store, and desided to buy some stuff to fix up the doll that is still nameless on the shelf. You can picture that timeless face of its and old dress, loosing color because of time. Maybe you might make her a new dress, there was enough stuff at home to make one, if only you knew how. You arrive home, and notice that the door is open. Not really knowing what was going on, or what to expect, only thinking that if its what you thought it was, then it only happened in movies and foregn counteries, not here. You slowly enter your house, nothing seemed to be out of place. You put your items onto the kitchen table and go back out to lock the car.
You get yourself something to eat, not bothered by the mistariosly open door, though you keep on wondering if there was something different. You deside to run around the house, checking every room and closet, it was like a game, that you might catch something, but it was too unreal for you to belive that anything could be missing. Maybe you forgot to lock the door, and someone came by to look for you, you werent alone in the world after all....
After making sure that there was noone in the house, you finish preparing your meal and sit down in the livingroom, turning the television on while eating a quickly microvaved leftovers. Without a reason you look ones again around the room, there really was something missing. The shelf, the doll, it was gone. Someone had come by and stolen it.....
Strangely, though being alone in the house and just found out that you had been robbed, a old antic doll that you had keept safe ontop of the shelf, was now gone. and all that goes though your mind is 'finally' as you continue to watch the television....
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