Villainous MoodThe sun hoisted itself into the sky, kicking a few clouds out of the way as it went. The last few weeks had been cloudy and miserable and it was determined that today would be different. It wanted something more interesting to look at than grey clouds. As is crawled along the sky, the city below it didn't seem very lively and it felt its metaphorical heart sink in disappointment. It decided to persevere, hoping that this dullness was purely due to how early it was.
Four hours later, things still weren't looking good. It squinted down at the streets, hoping to see something interesting, and was delighted to see a man sprinting frantically along one of the streets. The man was clearly in a bit of a panic and the Sun wondered whether he was being chased by someone. It hoped so, that would be very entertaining, but squinting behind the man, it couldn't see anything behind him. Obviously the man was just very late for something.
The man was indeed very late for something. Very, very late. H
Sonnet of Imponderable MiseryThe dull, brown eyes opened slowly, then snapped back shut again. The light from the gap in the rotting, grey curtains shone directly into the small, round light receptors embedded into the human head, previously referred to as 'eyes'. This particular human wasn't too happy about this, and made this obvious by groaning loudly and turning its head away from the thin beam, waving its arms as if to ward it off. This was, of course, unsuccessful. The human then proceeded to roll slightly too far and drop off the edge of the large, soft object usually referred to as a 'bed'. This caused even more distress to the human. It yelled loudly and rolled onto its back. This rather unfortunate chain of events seemed to bring the human into its right mind and it sat up, rubbing its head. The human in question had a name. This name was 'Derek'.
Derek sighed and opened his eyes again. Staring up at his grey and damp ceiling, he thought to himself about the day ahead. He decided to stop this, because it
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Jeffery woke with a start. He had been having rather a good dream and was therefore fairly annoyed to have it so abruptly interrupted. His eyes only half open, he sat up, hitting his head on the angled ceiling of his attic bedroom. With a low grunt of pain followed by a huge yawn, he swung his legs out of bed and put on his slippers. He sat still on his bed, thinking about his dream. For eight hours he had been a millionaire, had a beautiful house, beautiful clothes, a beautiful wife, a beautiful family, beautiful everything, he had been the happiest man in the world. Then he had woken up due to a loud bang caused by a bird flying into his window. Brought back to reality, he looked around at a single pound coin and a penny on the table, then around at his small and extremely cluttered bedroom, his old and ragged clothes and finally his ancient and useless cat lying asleep on the rug in the corner of the room. The only reason he knew that it wasnt dead was that he could s