Occasional Sputterings

As Jane stepped inside the marble shed, a soft glow emanated from the walls. Five steps into the shed and the door closed revealing a desk, a chair, a small library of books on architecture, structures of antiquity, and other similar titles comprised fully half of the collection. The others seemed to be haphazardly selected, only of interest to an undergraduate bent on finishing their degree. She opened the small drawer on her right and a space appeared behind her small collection of files. Taking the galoshes off of each foot, Jane dried off each boot and placed them into the drawer - the files were gently cramped against the outside door and the weight made the drawer sag. Jane tried opening and closing the drawer to make sure the addition of the boots would not restrict the drawer's capacity to be closed. Now wearing only socks, Jane closed the drawer and followed the left wall until she found a small break in the paint. Lifting a brick rotated a small semi-circle from w...

As the rain slowly fizzled along the roof of the pagoda, Marcy stepped away from her desk and toward the closet. The words "Fourth Wall Industries" was written with a strange high-lighter on the top of the closet door. Marcy was always slightly amused by the label and opened the closet. All manner of gadgets, tools, books, and objects without names littered the inside of the closet. Marcy always enjoyed simply opening the closet door - it always appeared as if the closet were larger on the inside than without. She selected a mechanical pencil, an apple, a pencil sharpener, and a bobble-head with a striking resemblance to herself. Comfortable with her selections, she sat down and proceeded to work diligently on her homework. Draft upon draft of a new composition, reflecting the reconciliation of Emily and Jane, the conflict between Jane and herself concerning the ever-oppressive lake, and the house as a catalyst. Constructs of melody, form, and tempo sang in Marcy...