My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Part 1 "Man what a day," Barry said, sipping the drink in his hand. Mark smiled in agreement, likewise taking a sip of his wine. They were sitting in Barry's room. The one he had grown up in, only a house away from Mark's own mother's home. They were comfortably reclined in Barry's old window seat. Mark had his back resting on the cut out's wall, his knees bent up to fit himself within the wall and Barry's body. While Barry was sitting in the other corner at an angle. His arm closet to Mark was propped on Mark's knees. And his own legs stretched out on an ottoman beside the window seat.
Mark swallowed the dry red wine and laid his head back on the wall to look at the ceiling. "Yeah," he whispered. His eyes ran over the random marks the ceiling, trying to focus on the positive. After a minute he lowered his eyes to look over at Barry. Barry continued to swirl his wine, staring into the glass. His eyes giving away his deposition. Normally he was a serious guy, but today especially, he wore the face of someone with a heavy heart.
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