sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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Nanika's eyes narrowed to a venomous glare, "You're lucky I know that girl can make it through anything." The matron of the brothel got to her feet, scoot her chair in, and disappeared back up the stairs to be replaced moments later with Chidi.
Chidi's dashing smile from earlier was replaced with a surly scowl and she sat down in the seat her matron had just vacated, "So I'm supposed to, quote, be something fun for you to do in this brothel, end quote? What do you want? I'll do it if it means you'll leave sooner." The Chidi that Tritonia was getting was not the one that was pleasant to customers. Rather, she was getting the real, raw, and very fed up version of her.
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe.
-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
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Posted 06-21-2018, 11:01 PM
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