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Fictional Writings of Elleander Grey


  • Pepper was never seen at the house again. The love letter suicide note was never shown to Clark, but censored by his newly found enemies, or rather, housemates. Perhaps given these circumstances Clark felt remorse. Or perhaps most likely he felt none. His face will smile at you and perhaps you may think that his teeth are razor sharp or his smile is too finely crafted to be considered good-hearted. In fact you may consider his face a cruel one, but buried deeper inside you will see an angelic little boy screaming for fear and shock of himself. Clark soon forgot about Pepper and filled his time with City College, and drinking inordinate amounts of rum or vodka. Within a trivial period of time he had found a sizable group of friends due mostly to his undeniably powerful influence and charisma. Intimate relationships developed between Clark and various neighbors, and he adapted to this alien place without regard for or consideration of Pepper. One of the closer friends of his was a clear headed kid named Caleb. Caleb’s life was like that of a typical upper-middle class white boy’s. He skated through a private high school, and snowboarded his way through college while his parents footed the bill. He had no idea that his life had been handed to him with a giant blank check, and found it difficult to limit his spending upon reaching college. Caleb was lucky that his soul had not been sucked out of the carcass of his life because of his parent’s pampering. Caleb learned about pain, splinters, calluses, and blisters from his father’s construction company early in life. His father was an honest man and thankfully Caleb was becoming a man with a deep respect for self-sacrifice, and an understanding of pain and sincerity. Caleb was still learning how to curb his spending habits, and sharing generosity with friends. His voluptuous heart, and sincerely caring smile made up for all that he lacked. His short brown curly hair, and his attentive turquoise eyes peering down from his tall slenderness created a nonfaiding and favorable impression of him. Caleb frequently gathered praises from women without fail. His sincere pleasure for tickling a woman’s vanity surrounded him with a wealth of women friends. . And Caleb was a good enough friend. Their newly formed friendship besought a life of rambunctious drunkenness and short lived conversations with large almond eyed women wielding petite waists and pretty skirts became a common past time. When such nights were not so obvious the two joined a den of oblivion and heralded themselves into a haze of dreams only to be shared with the quick witted and the creative spirited. Into the music of Clark’s choice Caleb jumped, and without looking back upon a trail of affluent childhood he let it change his life.
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