(A part of a short story collection of mine titled Ambiance. This is simply one of many that I wanted to share with the growing views of this blog.)
<19 September 2007>
aaaaah junior yeaaaaar – all the work’s going
to cut into my cemetery-time for sure… ugh. but hey on the bright side you’re
finally getting skype so i'll finally get to see that ugly face of yours (don’t
deny it, that’s your only viable excuse for avoiding video chat for all this
time).
god, who knows if i've been talking about
graves to a serial killer for three years.
oh and btw i lost that email with your
address. are you serious about this pen pal thing? it just sounds like a
crapload of work to me.
<September 20, 2007>
First of all, I’ll say this now: if you
complain about your workload while I’m working on my extended essay, I will
hunt you down in that frozen wasteland you call a country just to punch you in
the face.
Cemetery Seekers
December
22nd, 2010
It’s gotten cold. Makes sense, since it’s winter and
all, but it’s even colder here than it is back at home. Probably isn’t as cold
as where you are, though. How you survive so far up north, I’ll never know. And
before you start, I don’t want to know. I like my temperate climate just fine.
Still, I guess a change in environment isn’t too bad
once in a while. Even though the winter here is so dry and frigid, even though
they’re all wearing mantles of snow, the trees here are still green. That’s why
they call them ‘evergreens’, I suppose. The forest is astoundingly dense, as if
they’re all huddling together to brace against the wind like penguins. If you’re
laughing, shut up and let me attempt to be poetic for just three damn minutes.
Here, it’s different from the cemetery back home.
