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Fictional Writings of Elleander Grey


  • And our readers may applaud Clark for his strength, for he was most devotedly involved with a beautiful, thought provoking and elegant woman named Jenn. Their passion was formed and grooved during the most beginning stages of love’s possibility, youth. But Clark had left her and his home, for an unknown life in a new city. His seemingly un-thoughtful action to leave his past tugged at their relationship, and their love. Neither frequently visited the other, and their young hearts cried for something more. Inevitably Clark initiated the crushing of Jenn’s heart and asked her for serious courtship no more. Clark proceeded to forget his lover’s tears through methods not important to this story, and concluded the night in another struggle with Pepper. A sad fact for this poor young woman, but the fate of her future was in this bachelor’s hands. Pepper often interrupted her own connexion with Clark that night to demand darkness in the room. Thus, no light escaped from Clark’s garage, and neither Pepper nor Clark could see each other in their embrace. Once the two had come to their passionless conclusion, Pepper admitted her love to Clark. “I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you.” Clark’s ears roused his mind into a frenzy and concluded that this was a whimsical affection from a source not in the least desirable to his passion. He proceeded to inform Pepper of a most hurtful conclusion. He could not allow any development of companionship to spring from an obviously incompatible pair. “We can’t do this anymore. I just ended a long relationship with Jenn, and I am not going to be with anyone for a while.” Pepper moved all of her belongings out of the house before the next morning. She did leave one article of interest however; a suicide note. “Today I’ve taken my belongings and moved as far as the present circumstances allow, as far from you whom I love so dearly. In my entire life I’ve never admitted anything as true as what I’ve said to you, and now you’ve made me hate myself for saying it. All I know is what I feel, and one must act on what they feel. So like you I am acting rashly, harshly, and with haste. I must spare myself from your hurtful soul that I love so dearly. I want you to find this and know I am ending my life at once.” My readers, if you please. Let us consider this situation at some length, let us contemplate if we must, let us fashion a doctrine out of our own blood for the sake of a man’s character. Her bed, her pink purring pillows, her smooth ivory body had become an empty room furnished only with a love letter, a suicide note. And in the garage downstairs dwelled the cause of this sudden abandonment. What must one do with a letter drawn in the finest woman’s script, and uttered to the page with as many tears as cracks in her heart. And what must one do with that creature responsible for the loss of our soft and loving soul now on the verge of suicide? The harmonious foursome of women was crushed, Pepper’s body stolen, and her love rejected. For if the fault lay anywhere in the house it was with that scum of the earth crawling in the garage. Oh and what a waste of life it would be, a god-forsaken open ended conclusion to a beautiful woman plagued with unquenchable love for a most deceiving and grotesque cold hearted man it was if no letter had been written at all. Clark takes drugs. Please remember, this story is about drugs. If you obtain nothing from this story, know that I hit you over the head with drugs several times. Pay attention to the drugs. Remember, with the drugs, we have drugs.
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