Elegy for Echa_There's Something Under Our Bed!_The less perilous path...._I did it! I did it!
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Elegy for Echa
To ascend this spire again, even as it burns,Might be to find you hanging from the rafters,Your exoskeleton etched with binding runesAs if preparing to hibernate.Or, turning from the portal, I might findMy presence watched through your evil eye,A shadow of an acolyte, a silhouetteMirthfully shifting shapes to meet your need.I ascend this spire at every witching hourAnd, where the Redeemer cut you to the bone, wait,that you might yourself Redeem. My claws become a steepleHavening me, my flesh, my soul, scratch that last one.The 'good' wrong us so. Treading air, I wait, and seetheFor the absurd ...
There's Something Under Our Bed!
(Content Warning: Violence, blwww.onedoor.ccood, Gore, Murder, Language, and Crude humor.) In Chesterfield, Oklahoma, Big Jimbo had just finished his shift at the puppy mill and was eager to get home. He put his yellow raincoat on and tucked his curly tail into the convenient waterproof pouch, which he greatly appreciated. Having a wet tail always puts a damper on your evening. Before leaving work, Big Jimbo pranced into the doggie room, cocked his leg on the urinal, and took a whiz. The sweet feeling of an empty bladder filled his senses with joy. He washed his paws and snarled in the mirror to ensure his ...
The less perilous path....
“Grow up!” He barked it like he meant it, as if he could control how anything grew. He had stood there for some time before he spoke and I wondered if he would ever make a sound. He looked so intense, as if his glare might produce the desired result. We were in the living room . Well, that's what we called it but living wasn't much done in reality. My family was well, how shall I put it? Taciturn? Yes that will do, though it would have my grumpy father reaching for a dictionary. Always assuming there was one in the house. Or that he knew where it was. Mum was all right really and my sister had...
I did it! I did it!
Why have I not bought the book again? How I am I supposed to pass this exam if I don’t even have the book? My dad is going to kill me if I don’t pass it. Statistics 101、 I used to be really good at maths in high school. I got lost somewhere this semester. I probably get lost every Friday at the Lazy Lizard and every Saturday at the Boston Beanery, and every Wednesday, and Tuesday, and…whatever… No, now I remember, I forgot to buy the book because of that girl, what’s her name? Maggy? Maggy Jane? Man, she drove me mad for months… And now I am stuck here every day. I mean this university library...