Idle Chatter: Envy
Crunch. The bundle of papers in my grip crumpled mercilessly, the sound echoing through the room.
The once neatly stacked papers, the penholder filled with quills, and the other items on the desk scattered onto the floor from the force of my outburst. The bottle of ink’s lid popped open, staining the pristine white carpet with growing black splotches.
“No… No, this isn’t right. It’s all wrong. Start over, start over, start over, start over–“
I muttered the words countless times, running my hands through my hair in frustration.
How long had I been at this? … Read the rest
