Lightning flashed across the dark gray sky as rain pattered onto the glass rooftop of the large house. It was not a mansion, but a hefty 3,000 square feet. Custom built, with a sun room unlike any other. It was wide, 20x20 feet with a dome as a roof and part of the walls. The dome was made of glass that was shatter proof, it was crystal clear. On a regular basis someone was on the floor wrapped up staring up thru the dome at the sky, unless there was sun. Then and only then the room was empty. The walls were light yellow making the room brighter. Since there was no sunshine that day, only rain, there was someone in that room, soon to be joine
I'm a horrible writer by ventingisneccessary, literature
Literature
I'm a horrible writer
With a final sigh she nodded agreeing to go to bed at last. For hours she had been playing on her computer, creating Sims and then murdering them in cruel fashions. Everyone did that on the Sims though, so she didn't feel guilty. Reluctant still, she stood up and walked with her husband to their room. Is it bad that she's 24 and still has to be told to go to bed? The young female adult hadn't realized how late it was, 3:05 am, and she was not a single bit tired.
"I'm not tired" she complained but her husband didn't care,
" it's past 3 am love, you need to sleep."
"But...ugh..." She groaned and then fell onto their bed, sprawled out across it
Lightning flashed across the dark gray sky as rain pattered onto the glass rooftop of the large house. It was not a mansion, but a hefty 3,000 square feet. Custom built, with a sun room unlike any other. It was wide, 20x20 feet with a dome as a roof and part of the walls. The dome was made of glass that was shatter proof, it was crystal clear. On a regular basis someone was on the floor wrapped up staring up thru the dome at the sky, unless there was sun. Then and only then the room was empty. The walls were light yellow making the room brighter. Since there was no sunshine that day, only rain, there was someone in that room, soon to be joine
I'm a horrible writer by ventingisneccessary, literature
Literature
I'm a horrible writer
With a final sigh she nodded agreeing to go to bed at last. For hours she had been playing on her computer, creating Sims and then murdering them in cruel fashions. Everyone did that on the Sims though, so she didn't feel guilty. Reluctant still, she stood up and walked with her husband to their room. Is it bad that she's 24 and still has to be told to go to bed? The young female adult hadn't realized how late it was, 3:05 am, and she was not a single bit tired.
"I'm not tired" she complained but her husband didn't care,
" it's past 3 am love, you need to sleep."
"But...ugh..." She groaned and then fell onto their bed, sprawled out across it
I just need to vent, I have a main profile here, I will not be saying what it is, but I will say that this account will still be used often for venting purposes.
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