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Fictional Writings of Elleander Grey


  • Without thinking, elleander had caused a great deal of distress for me. In the airport the insects had distracted him so much that I felt a link to him suddenly. My insight to his behavior suddenly became very apparent. But even I could not relate, though for that second I did notice something. I couldn’t put a finger on it though. It was too far-gone, it had been lost in him for much too long a time. “You mean good luck with the new way?” “Yes.” But elleander really didn’t know what he meant by what he said. He simply just said it in order to let them come to their own conclusion. It was much simpler that way. By confusing them, he could rely on them. Rely on them to come to a certain trust in themselves, a confidence they would find by making their own explanation for things. He awaited for their own interpretation because people could not stand awkwardness that elleander so easily presented them because he was truth itself. In this way people liked him, they could be sure no conflict would arise, well, simply because they weren’t really talking to anyone in particular, because there wasn’t anyone behind that face of his. Elleander could be anyone he wanted, and he knew this. He avoided the effort that he probably would never become used too. I put down the ticket I found on the glass table at the front desk. I glared back at the chandelier, it had been confronting me all night, it didn’t make any sense to me, such a monstrous circle of greed. It’s reflection made apparent all of the evils that had ever taken place in front of such an unnatural thing. It fit perfectly with the hotel. Blonde noticed my deliberate stare at the damned thing and looked up herself. She seemed to breathe with it, they complimented each other and never spoke again. Only blonde would make the difference, and the chandelier would enjoy its view at the top while the rest of us weak ones would struggle to make something of ourselves. Blonde was a raw thought that can strike the mind’s of the weak and make them powerful a observer. Elleander would complain to me about my exaggerated view of women and their power over men, but I really would have to disagree with him.
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