The Apartment

The apartment is where he wrote. Inspired by the white walls and yellow stains running down the corner of the walls. He had ripped out the carpet and rolled it up, placing it in the corner of his living room. Now, the apartment, empty, cold hard floor, rusted pipes, boarded up windows, the man was happy.

This man, like many other men who owned apartments, had a name. That name was Leonardo, and that was what people called him, especially when they were greeting him. It was very normal for people to say "hello Leonardo, how are you?" and of course he would always reply "I am myself, and how I do not know." At first this would surprise most people but then after about three times, without failure, that response was given, those people would too accept him for who he is and how he responds to greetings.

One day after a long day of perfectly tearing apart his apartment, Leonardo realized why he felt the need to destroy his apartment. And then he forgot. But what he had realized was that apartment, sounds like a mixture of "apart" and "fragment". But unfortunately, he then became extremely occupied in hitting plywood with a hammer.

This plywood wouldn't break. Leonardo frowned deeply at it. The wood, splintered and dented but not split. So he frowned at it again, "break, wood, break!" the plywood stood as a whole, immune to his psychic abilities that obviously seem to work on everything except this particular piece of plywood. He then beat at it an different angles, looking for a weakness, looking for a breaking point. The wood showed no pain, but instead the dents gave it the look of an unbreakable fortress that is worn down by years of determination.

Leonardo's aspiring determination to destroy, was challenged by this inanimate object, and he scowled intently at it.

The Apartment

The apartment is where he wrote. Inspired by the white walls and yellow stains running down the corner of the walls. He had ripped out the carpet and rolled it up, placing it in the corner of his living room. Now, the apartment, empty, cold hard floor, rusted pipes, boarded up windows, the man was happy.

This man, like many other men who owned apartments, had a name. That name was Leonardo, and that was what people called him, especially when they were greeting him. It was very normal for people to say "hello Leonardo, how are you?" and of course he would always reply "I am myself, and how I do not know." At first this would surprise most people but then after about three times, without failure, that response was given, those people would too accept him for who he is and how he responds to greetings.

One day after a long day of perfectly taring apart his apartment, Leonardo realized why he felt the need to destroy his apartment. And then he forgot. But what he had realized was that apartment, sounds like a mixture of "apart" and "fragment". But unfortunately, he then became extremely occupied in hitting plywood with a hammer.

This plywood wouldn't break. Leonardo frowned deeply at it. The wood, splintered and dented but not split. So he frowned at it again, "break, wood, break!" the plywood stood as a whole, immune to his psychic abilities that obviously seem to work on everything except this particular piece of plywood. He then beat at it an different angles, looking for a weakness, looking for a breaking point. The wood showed no pain, but instead the dents gave it the look of an unbreakable fortress that is worn down by years of determination.

Leonardo's aspiring determination to destroy, was challenged by this inanimate object, and he scowled intently at it.

Apologies

Sorry being inactive and not consistent with my blog. I do hope by now you have read most, if not all of my posts on here but I am planning on posting more.
I am currently working on a book which I have posted a few excerpts to on here, but I also started a short story I have titled "The Apartment". Now I call it a short story though it is unfinished because I will expect that the finished work will be formidable to be read in one sitting but I will be posting all updates to that and the first 4 or 5 paragraphs should appear above this message.
I do hope you continue following my updates, I will every so often post a poem and I am considering writing a few book reviews (if you like this idea then give your Opinions in the comments below).
Anyways, Faithful Few, keep reading and I will keep writing!

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