A grumble emitted from a room in a typical apartment complex in an ordinary city, it was another typical day, but the grunt emitted from a man of regular proportions and an odd wish that he always told himself. “I Will find a way for her to see the beauty of the world, be it through words or through her own eyes.” He told himself this every morning when he woke before he even went to the bathroom in the morning. After he had ate his breakfast this morning he picked up his phone and began making his phone calls to researchers and doctors alike inquiring about a cure for blindness, each turned him down saying that it was impossible to cure blindness. Frustrated he picked up his easel and his painting kit and walked outside into the hallway and locked the door. Pushing on it to make sure that it was locked he looked at the door and smiled lingering there for a moment before moving on towards the staircase of the complex. He swept the hair from his face and adjusted the easel in his hands and opened the door to the staircase and began walking down the three flights of stairs to the main lobby of the complex. Pushing the door open he was greeted by a child dashing past him and when he looked he noticed how there was another a short distance away running off. Smiling he remembered his own childhood games of tag and how he always ended up being it. Walking into the lobby he gave a nod to the elderly man that owned the building who smiled at him and nodded back as well. Pushing open the door he walked into the not so busy side walk of the city. Pausing for a moment to get his bearings he walked into the crowd and then on towards a small park where people of all age gathered. Walking to the park he was jostled about as people rushed to and from places unknown and he couldnt help but be put in a slightly sour mood as it always happened. When he arrived a the park and smelt the grass and the trees he smiled again, it felt good to be in a place of solitude surrounded by chaos. He looked a the trees and the shade they offered and the spots of color brought by the flowers and the distant laughing of children and their parents. Walking to a pavilion he set his easel down and looked around. Seeing a group of children playing in the distance he set his materials out and began to make a rough sketch and then began to paint them. Hours passed before he had realized it and he collected his things and walked back to the complex looking for someone it seemed. Not seeing the person he was visibly deflated as he walked back to his apartment. Pushing the door he was greeted this time by a group of ladies and one paused and asked him if he had found a good subject and he simply shook his head and replied maybe tomorrow I will. Walking to the staircase he pushed the door open and walked the three flights of stairs to his flight where he pushed open the door and walked into the hallway. He turned and walked to a window and leaned against the ledge and looked down into the city illuminated by the setting sun. Turning around he moved towards his apartment door but he paused in front of the door before his and clenched his fist and moved it in front of the door like he was about to knock. He paused and shook his head it wasnt a good day to try and talk to her. Walking to his door he pulled his keys out and slid it into the door and turned it with a soft click the lock moved back and he removed the key and slid the ring of keys back into his pocket. Turning the handle he walked into his apartment and placed the easel by the door and removed the paper from it and moved to the dining room table and place it on the table and looked at it and smiled. He would have to visit her tomorrow, that much he promised himself, putting the rest of his materials on the only empty spot on the table he walked to the fridge and opened it. Looking into the mist he saw only the back of the fridge and sighed, it looks like another night of an instant meal. Letting the door close on its own he opened the cupboard above the fridge and grabbed a bag of instant noodles and filed a kettle with water and set it on the stove and turned the stove on. After he did that he walked to his room and took his clothes and folded them neatly on and put them in a stack on a small dresser at the foot of his bed. Hearing the whistle of the kettle he walked back to the kitchen and pulled a bowl out and put the noodles in the bowl and then poured the water over top of the noodles and let them sit. After a few minutes of letting them sit he took a fork and began to eat the noodles in silence wondering what she might be doing. After he finished his humble meal he washed the bowl and the fork off and placed them in the drying rack beside the sink and then he put the kettle up and by that time the bowl and fork had dried off so he put them up as well. Moving to the table he began to organize the mess that was his table. Putting unfinished works in a stack and finished works in another stack he looked through the unfinished stack and found one that was a scene still fresh in his mind and he went to his artists table and set it down and reached over and grabbed the rest of his materials and set about finishing the work. Hours later he put his brush down and glanced at his watch and grunted. Standing up he stretched and walked to his bathroom brushed his teeth and used the toilet and then went to bed. He dreamed in his sleep of the day that the girl he loved would be able to see the world as he saw it. The next morning as the sun came into his room and woke him from his slumber he smiled and got up with out a grunt and went to go have his shower. After wards he walked into the kitchen and pulled an apple from the fruit bowl and took a large bite out of it. Chewing on it he put on his clothes and put on a very small quantity of cologne as he had very little left. Adjusting his hair he unlocked his front door and turned the handle and pushed it open. Walking into the hallway again he closed the door and locked it behind him testing to make sure it was locked after wards he walked a few steps to the door beside his and paused in front of it. Gathering his nerve he clenched his fist and knocked twice on the door as he always did and waited for the resident to answer the door. Shifting his weight to his other foot he became a bit antsy as he always did when he needed to be patient. Isaac De Leon, when you become a Multi-para rper, dont be repetitive in your sentences. Look at how hes always using the [Word-ing] at almost 90% of his paragraphs, and it loses its flow very carefully. Dont forget your commas either. This guy is full of it, thinking hes really great, just because hes using [Word-ing].
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 14:47:32 +0000
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