It's been a few weeks since I've really sat down and written something. Since I don't want to overload you guys, I am going to put fragments of a short story I am working on every Monday and Wednesday. Give me as much constructive feedback as possible!
Daemon
I didn't know what it was that drew me to Jonathan. There was nothing that really set him apart from any other man. At least physically. He wasn't too tall or too short, and his hair was that nondescript brown. Nothing really special actually. But this did not keep me from being drawn to him.
The situations always began the same way: I would be doing something else, only to have him intrude. Now I won't lie, sometimes those intrusions were duly needed. For example, there was this one time when I tried to do my taxes myself. You should have seen the sight! I was hunched over various forms, drinking a tepid raspberry tea and swearing all the long. I was just about to chunk it all into the garbage can and call H&R Block when there was a knock at the door.
'Great, who could this be. Maybe it's my mother trying to drag me to church.' I thought to myself.
And then there was another knock.
"Okay, look I'm coming. Just give me a damned moment!" I yelled at the door, trying my hardest to get out of a rickety desk chair without stepping on the various levels of paperwork on my floor.
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