Comments on: Vignettes http://okaycity.com/2008/03/20/vignettes/ Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:47:28 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 By: Brad http://okaycity.com/2008/03/20/vignettes/#comment-266874 Brad Thu, 20 Mar 2008 21:48:53 +0000 http://okaycity.com/2008/03/20/vignettes/#comment-266874 I don't have a story at the moment since I'm supposed to be working... But I wanted to say that your writing in this post was moving enough to compel me to comment. Outstanding. Enrapturing. Compelling. Poignant. Heart-wrenching. Saying a lot through so few words. You have a gift, my friend. And you have a new loyal reader! I don’t have a story at the moment since I’m supposed to be working…

But I wanted to say that your writing in this post was moving enough to compel me to comment. Outstanding. Enrapturing. Compelling. Poignant. Heart-wrenching. Saying a lot through so few words. You have a gift, my friend.

And you have a new loyal reader!

]]> By: Karli http://okaycity.com/2008/03/20/vignettes/#comment-266870 Karli Thu, 20 Mar 2008 21:07:41 +0000 http://okaycity.com/2008/03/20/vignettes/#comment-266870 The fight had been a particularly bad one - one of the worst I'd witnessed. Something about backing him up and what not. Little did I know this was the first time she had openly questioned his sanity. She held me tight in a horrid blue print chair and he came out of the bedroom with a beige towel in his hand. "Is this what you want me to do? Is it?!?!" He put the towel to his head and it clicks. It clicks again. He walked away, back towards the bedroom, sobbing. That's when I realized he didn't mind dying in front of us. And I didn't mind watching. Don't worry, Nate. Mine's depressing as shit. :D The fight had been a particularly bad one - one of the worst I’d witnessed. Something about backing him up and what not. Little did I know this was the first time she had openly questioned his sanity. She held me tight in a horrid blue print chair and he came out of the bedroom with a beige towel in his hand. “Is this what you want me to do? Is it?!?!” He put the towel to his head and it clicks. It clicks again. He walked away, back towards the bedroom, sobbing. That’s when I realized he didn’t mind dying in front of us. And I didn’t mind watching.

Don’t worry, Nate. Mine’s depressing as shit. :D

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