the voices

I am never alone anymore. There are no visitors here in my home, but yet I feel an unfamiliar presence. The bumps, footsteps, and shuffling sounds are always in another room or above me in the attic. Why am I am being watched, for what sinister purpose? I do not know. I heard voices yet again today. They can’t be talking about me, I said to myself, but still I know that I perceived my name being whispered softly in my ear just moments ago. I bravely peeked through the narrow passage to the garret today, the sultry, musty air shoved by me as I opened the portal; it seemed apparent to my vision that there was nothing amiss, yet I felt as if someone were peering back at me from within a dark shadow in the foreboding corner. Alas, it has become bitterly cold since those fearsome moments and but a mere hour has since passed, as Fall has made the transition, reluctantly giving her way to cold and unforgiving Winter. I rest in my bed alone now, warmed cozily by my thick quilt; I am so very weary, yet I fear sleep’s inevitable embrace as the room grows dark, for I hear the voices once again; they are calling my name.

Grammar time:

You're a human, I'm a wall,
I'm high and you are tall.

Don't touch this.

What are you looking at!?

Pink Floyd woz ere, Ok!...

They can’t be talking about me, I am being watched, for what sinister purpose? I felt as Fall has made the transition, reluctantly giving her way to the garret today, the voices once again; they are always in my ear just moments ago. I heard voices yet again today. They can’t be talking about me, I am so very weary, yet I do not know. I do not know. I said to cold and shuffling sounds are no visitors here in my home, but yet again today. They can’t be talking about me, I am so very weary, yet I know that I hear the foreboding corner. Alas, it has since passed, as Fall has become bitterly cold since passed, as Fall has become bitterly cold and shuffling sounds are always in the voices yet I am I perceived my ear just moments ago. I hear the narrow passage to the room grows dark, for I do not know. I felt as Fall has become bitterly cold since passed, as if someone were peering back at me as if someone were peering back at me in another room or above me from within a mere hour has since passed, as I am being watched, for what sinister purpose? I said to myself, but yet again today. They can’t be talking about me, I hear the voices yet I said to my name.

room grows dark, for I bravely peeked through the room or above me from within a dark shadow in another room or above

[This is the result of running my predictive text generator against the quoted post. Unfortunately, the quoted post isn't long enough for the result to be really interesting. It seems to give more interesting and original when applied to longer works, like books.]

Cool summer’s dusk comes
Fireflies dance in moon-lit skies
Agog I am awed

Reminder:

If you don't wear a mask during an airborne pandemic,
you are not pro-life.

They want us to choose to die by the virus or by starvation.

Wear a mask, it's the law.

-- 1918

It's a big club and you ain't in it.

It's a big club, so duck!

It's a big duck, quack, quack!

**WARNING!**

Dead end, Please turn back...

Time is running short. I will

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