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~ stories ~
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| My Life As A Shit | Haven't we all delved into our own flesh, touched, and caressed our genital parts? So why should words that relate to such things get people riled? Because it literally gets under our skin and throws a shining beam, exposing to the world that we are only flesh and blood. We are feral beings shrouded in humanistic clothing. |
| Mr.Green | John's fingernails dig into his palms as he can feel himself getting deeper into trouble. Mr. Dante picks up a clipboard and begins to read a written account of how he was discovered. "You were found naked and unconscious in the woods, bruised and cut up badly, at 2:30 am this morning. Can you explain to me how you came to be so brutally beaten up?" asks Mr. Dante. |
| Window |
"Sometimes when hiding in the bedroom. With my crayons I would inscribe the image of my father. He would be held captive in a cage surrounded by strong iron bars. This image was always on my best paper. His face contorted, snarling his vicious anger. The colour was always red mixed with a deathly black. I would slowly scratch him out with a blunt pencil while he was snarling at me." |