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Sept. 29, 2008 Jacob Ellis was sitting in the auditorium, slouched, wishing there was free coffee like on the first day he was there. Now if he wanted a coffee he would have to work too hard to get it. Everyone else seemed so at ease, reading. He took a section of paper and began reading it. It was from the smarter of the four metropolitan papers, and he had forgotten how brainy the articles in the paper were because it had been ten years at least since he had read anything from it. There was an article about a writer he had never heard about, but the writer was famous in his own right. The writer had committed suicide. Jacob Ellis read the article once and understood little of it. Then he read it again and understood more. It was a very subjective piece. He felt compelled to look a bit into this writer’s life. Later on, he did a small amount of research, also because the photograph from the article haunted him. There was something, Jacob thought, akin to a type of acute kindness in the eyes, extra kindness. It might have been there and it might not have been there. He wanted to find out what he could. In learning about the writer it seemed that the writer had a kindness, a goodness, but at the same time Ellis could not completely place the writer, could not catalogue him, so he had to let it be. Jacob thought there was something deep to discover about it, something that was hiding just out of sight, but he could not straight away overturn that puzzle piece. He opened a Body Shop Lip Balm and smelled it. It was Rich Plum and a dark purple. He applied it to his lips. The weather was warm for that time of year. He slouched a bit. Suddenly the air generated from a fan became more important than good and kind suicide writers or Rich Plum Lip Balm. ------------ Email: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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