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BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 3

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 3

His ears started thumping, blood pumped through his body faster and faster as his heart raced and pulse quickened. His heart could not keep pace and began skipping beats. The palpitations began and he began hyperventilating.

Then the white noise hit his ears, he snorted sharply through his nose, closed his eyes and ordered his brain to order his body to stop acting like he was still a hormonal prepubescent. His hear slowed and his breathing relaxed. The tightness in his chest was released. All that was left was the awful nausea. His stomach felt awful he had, what some moronic half-wit phrase-maker, would call butterflies in his stomach in addition to his light headed feeling.

“What was that?” he thought. Why does it happen every single time. He was so disappointed in himself.  That sort of physical reaction to emotional stimuli was, he was certain, not very manly. A manly man’s heart   should only race in the midst of battle or some other sort strenuous physical activity like playing football or dance dance revolution.

He shouted into space “It can’t go on like this. I’m miserable. I can’t focus.  Oh no, oh no here it comes again”. He dropped to his knees. Nauseous and exhausted he wanted to die.

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 2

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 2

THE COWARD

His ears started thumping, blood pumped through his body faster and faster as his heart raced and pulse quickened. His heart could not keep pace and began skipping beats. The palpitations began and he began hyperventilating.

Then the white noise hit his ears, he snorted sharply through his nose, closed his eyes and ordered his brain to order his body to stop acting like he was still a hormonal prepubescent. His hear slowed and his breathing relaxed. The tightness in his chest was released. All that was left was the awful nausea. His stomach felt awful he had, what some moronic half-wit phrase-maker, would call butterflies in his stomach in addition to his light headed feeling.

“What was that?” he thought. Why does it happen every single time. He was so disappointed in himself.  That sort of physical reaction to emotional stimuli was, he was certain, not very manly. A manly man’s heart   should only race in the midst of battle or some other sort strenuous physical activity like playing football or dance dance revolution.

He shouted into space “It can’t go on like this. I’m miserable. I can’t focus.  Oh no, oh no here it comes again”. He dropped to his knees. Nauseous and exhausted he wanted to die.

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK

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A new notebook.

Walking along other people on these cold streets and seeing their expressions of sadness. This wet winter’s day gave Ryvan no feeling of belonging to anything. Wrapped up in his own displeasure of being out and about in such poor weather he  could not see that he shared much in common with those around him. Not that he was alone in feeling alone and cold. No doubt there was not a single person who thought “I’m wet and cold but at least it is not only me at least others are sharing this wonderfully dismal day”.

He made his way walking these streets of the city of Naughtwatte in the cold drizzle. He made his way to the Archives of History.