Two anons

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The story is about a random couple who constantly fight. I avoided the use of pronouns that associated with gender and left to the reader to figure out what was going on. This is my first draft, ever. So please comment let me know how you feel about my writing. Any questions feel free to ask. Note: this is for the experienced reader! Grammer spelling and everything was not corrected btw! Just seein how people feel about my writing style!

Submitted: May 10, 2015

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Two days have passed on since the rain stopped pouring. The birds began chirping, and the sun illuminated the floor of a second level bedroom. A couple lived here. One was waitress, and one was a poet. They would tend to get along occasionally, but often were at fisticuffs. It was what made them who they are. That was the foundation of their building block. A very unhealthy way to live. These last two days were amazing for the couple. A sudden formation of peace occurred like an instantaneous chemical reaction. Their minds weren't confined inside of a gypsum rocked insulated 900 square foot government housing. They were infatuated within each other in an incredible fashion. Lips to Lips. Hungry Hands. Chest to Breast. As the night progressed they began getting hungry, and one of them suggested going to eat at a near by restaurant. The other agreed and began to follow. Both put back on their clothes slowly while staring at each other like they just did it for the first time. Anyhow it was a first for them; a new love that arose like the heavens destined them for. It was as sweet as the wine before the last meal. They reached the restaurant by foot, hand in hand, not saying a word to each other. Only letting go to open the glass door and linking together again upon entering. They looked around and the place was empty. Not a soul around. They go and take a seat in a booth near a window thinking that the staff must be in the back. They are deep into each others eyes. Blue to Brown. XY meets X. They don't speak at all; just staring at each other in a new found love. They were still holding hands in a figurative sense because 50 minutes pass by, and both were still staring intensely at each other. Words left to be spoken by the soul. They left the restaurant, and returned back to their apartment. After 8 hours they realized that one had forgotten their ring on the table. They return to find the restaurant was no longer there. It vanished. The only thing that used to be was a phone booth. The couple approach to see a posted note on the side of the booth. It reads \"I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall/ Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.\" -(Shakespeare Romeo & Juliet Act 1 Scene 5 L91-92) Losing the ring, one began frantically waving their arms around. Losing that diamond ring was a catastrophe. They went home, they were still in serenity for a moment. Again hand in hand, but suddenly souls became somewhat distant. Their hands began to separate slowly. As they walked through the door, one went and grabbed a bottle of wine. The other went and sat on the couch to clear their mind. After the glasses were poured they both began to drink. Again the became intertwined. The clock strikes midnight, at the same time the couple became one again, as did the moon and the sun. The newspaper read \"lovers tainted wine results in death as moon eclipses the sun\".


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