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// Smad 
// Story: Journal of Occasional Nonsensicality 
// by Acryliks 
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Vinyl sighed audibly, giving off an air of defeat as she sunk back into her place on the couch.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, picking up my glass of water from the coffee table as I did.

“I just… I don’t know. Maybe it’s the weather,” she told us, staring at the ceiling. Octavia glanced at me over the book she was reading, giving me a concerned yet disinterested gaze.

"Well… what’s wrong with the weather?” I asked, looking to the window as I set down my water. There was a light amount of snow coming down at the moment, but overall it was rather nice out.

“Eh… I don’t like the snow. It’s all… cold, and wet sometimes, and it gets everywhere… it’s like rain, but not as wet and way worse,” she said, waving her forelegs around in exasperation.

“I mean, it’s not all bad, is it? We could be in the middle of a blizzard right now,” I responded. She sighed again.

“I guess you’re not wrong… ah!” she yelled, sitting up from her seat.

“Vinyl, please, try to keep it down. Some of us are trying to read,” Octavia rebuked her roommate. I glanced to her.

“...I mean, you’re the only one reading, so...” I told her, smirking. She shook her head, dropping her shoulders at the same time.

“Sorry, I just feel so… is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad?” she idly question the room. Octavia and I shared another glance.

“...disgruntled… miserable, desolated… malcontent would work, I suppose,” she thought aloud. I briefly pondered the words she had stated, but Vinyl…

“...smad. I think I’m smad,” she concluded. The book Octavia was reading dropped to her lap.

“Smad? I give you a list of perfectly accurate words to describe how you feel, and you settle on one that you just made up?” she interrogated Vinyl. I bit my hand to keep myself from laughing.

“Yeah, it fits perfectly. Sad and mad… smad. That’s how I feel. This weather is making me feel smad,” she reasoned. Octavia looked to me for backup. My smile grew even wider.

“I… you… ah, whatever. I’m getting myself some wine,” she said as she left her seat, opting to drown out Vinyl’s antics with alcohol.

At this point, it wouldn’t really be that bad of an idea...





Inspired from this picture that my friend showed me in class today...