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Meh. I don't feel like writing.
I've had three birthdays so far: one to celebrate with friends, one to celebrate with Rudolphs, and one on which I actually turned 27. A fourth approaches this Sunday, which I will celebrate with Whites.
The dishwasher is running. I like the sound of the dishwasher. It might even be better than a fan: it has a slightly lower pitch, and the water noises sound like waves or a trickling stream.
I don't want to write about Werbel. I'm tired of Werbel. Honestly, I'm just lazy of Werbel. Whenever I sit down to write, I enjoy it. Whenever I read over old chapters, I find myself immersed and forget that it's my book. I think that's a good sign (or maybe it just means I like my own writing :P ).
Werbel was shaken awake to the sound of clinking, scraping, thudding. The lizard that had awoken him said, "Get to work, slave," gave Werbel a kick, and walked away. As Werbel's focus came back, he saw a dimly-lit cavern, a dark web of tunnels. He couldn't count the long ears that were chiseling away at the rock walls and floors. There were torch-stands at various intervals. He also noticed lizards pacing near the workers, occasionally striking a rabbit that didn't seem to be working hard enough. Werbel was hit. "What did I tell you? Get to work!"
Werbel found an unclaimed pickaxe and started mining next to a rabbit that didn't look at him. This neighbor to his right had brown fur and beige ears, and it looked like his right ear was mangled, making it noticeably shorter than his left. "What are we doing?" whispered Werbel. His neighbor stared straight ahead and continued mining. "Hey, what are we doing?" he asked a bit louder. His neighbor turned only to say, "Shhhh!"
"Pathetic slaves! Who said you could speak?" Werbel and the other rabbit were both struck. "You are digging as long as we tell you to dig!"
The half-eared rabbit glared but said nothing. Werbel glanced to the left. This neighbor was too far away to say anything in secret, so Werbel resigned himself to mining. He tried to remember the past few days and glean anything he could. His brother was now a traitor – and a spiteful one to boot. It was discovered that Allison was his sister. That terrified him the most. He didn't care what the lizards did to him, but Werbel couldn't bear the idea of Allison being hurt. The silent rabbit in the infirmary was a traitor. The Librarian seemed friendly enough, but he also seemed disinterested in anyone's fate. Werbel couldn't fashion any idea of why the lizards would want countless rabbits to be mining. They seemed well enough equipped. He hadn't heard anything that might suggest they had an interest in gold or other such precious metals. After about an hour of such thoughts, another rabbit came by with a cart and two shovels and began loading the loosened rock into the cart. Werbel took a shovel too. Glancing around, Werbel took the opportunity to whisper, "What in the blazes are we doing here?"
The cart rabbit seemed not to hear. Just as he was about to ask again, a lizard walked by. The lizard gave a gentle hiss but continued walking.
Werbel gave up on asking altogether. Then, the rabbit started shoveling right next to Werbel and whispered back, "Tonight. When the shifts change. We'll talk." He finished with a gritty cough and returned to the other side of the pile of rubble.
I've had three birthdays so far: one to celebrate with friends, one to celebrate with Rudolphs, and one on which I actually turned 27. A fourth approaches this Sunday, which I will celebrate with Whites.
The dishwasher is running. I like the sound of the dishwasher. It might even be better than a fan: it has a slightly lower pitch, and the water noises sound like waves or a trickling stream.
I don't want to write about Werbel. I'm tired of Werbel. Honestly, I'm just lazy of Werbel. Whenever I sit down to write, I enjoy it. Whenever I read over old chapters, I find myself immersed and forget that it's my book. I think that's a good sign (or maybe it just means I like my own writing :P ).
Werbel was shaken awake to the sound of clinking, scraping, thudding. The lizard that had awoken him said, "Get to work, slave," gave Werbel a kick, and walked away. As Werbel's focus came back, he saw a dimly-lit cavern, a dark web of tunnels. He couldn't count the long ears that were chiseling away at the rock walls and floors. There were torch-stands at various intervals. He also noticed lizards pacing near the workers, occasionally striking a rabbit that didn't seem to be working hard enough. Werbel was hit. "What did I tell you? Get to work!"
Werbel found an unclaimed pickaxe and started mining next to a rabbit that didn't look at him. This neighbor to his right had brown fur and beige ears, and it looked like his right ear was mangled, making it noticeably shorter than his left. "What are we doing?" whispered Werbel. His neighbor stared straight ahead and continued mining. "Hey, what are we doing?" he asked a bit louder. His neighbor turned only to say, "Shhhh!"
"Pathetic slaves! Who said you could speak?" Werbel and the other rabbit were both struck. "You are digging as long as we tell you to dig!"
The half-eared rabbit glared but said nothing. Werbel glanced to the left. This neighbor was too far away to say anything in secret, so Werbel resigned himself to mining. He tried to remember the past few days and glean anything he could. His brother was now a traitor – and a spiteful one to boot. It was discovered that Allison was his sister. That terrified him the most. He didn't care what the lizards did to him, but Werbel couldn't bear the idea of Allison being hurt. The silent rabbit in the infirmary was a traitor. The Librarian seemed friendly enough, but he also seemed disinterested in anyone's fate. Werbel couldn't fashion any idea of why the lizards would want countless rabbits to be mining. They seemed well enough equipped. He hadn't heard anything that might suggest they had an interest in gold or other such precious metals. After about an hour of such thoughts, another rabbit came by with a cart and two shovels and began loading the loosened rock into the cart. Werbel took a shovel too. Glancing around, Werbel took the opportunity to whisper, "What in the blazes are we doing here?"
The cart rabbit seemed not to hear. Just as he was about to ask again, a lizard walked by. The lizard gave a gentle hiss but continued walking.
Werbel gave up on asking altogether. Then, the rabbit started shoveling right next to Werbel and whispered back, "Tonight. When the shifts change. We'll talk." He finished with a gritty cough and returned to the other side of the pile of rubble.
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