Last night she was a new face, a new body. She was nameless and quiet and when here arms wrapped around me in the middle of our first kiss I felt like my ribs might crumble from the overwhelming softness of her hands.
I am an unknown writer. Over the years I've filled many notebooks. As I go through them I will post short excerpts from my writing. Consider this an experiment in microfiction. The excerpts are modified to resemble minute portions of journal entries. The goal is to paint a portrait of a character by putting together a vast, seemingly random collection of these excerpts that come from the pages of his journal. His name is The Mad Diarist.
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