Run
Hollowed hero
Disgraced
Debunked
Shamed
Oh filthy following such
A hero has
Which loves to see a hero
Triumph but,
Waits to see a hero fall.
Place your morals on a pillar
And take it inside
You filthy media whore
Evil reigns beneath you
So fight the good fight no
More
when they told me I couldn’t do it. Killed the whole lot where they stood.
Funny thing, turns out I really couldn’t do it.
So my hang up with this story is that I was adapting it from something I had previously written but I found that in rewriting I was losing the lackadaisical fairy tale quality it originally had in exchange for description and normal story procedure…Â and it seemed boring to me. So I think I’m going to scrap it and work on the original and just post that up.
2024 AFTER CHRIST
SCREENFEED ABCmillenium:
Narrator: Welcome all to the new age American family, deep in their morning habits. Live, from the Rome Dome, “Real Living”.
Loud applause from live audience.
Mother enters kitchen followed by gleeful children skipping to their chairs to eat “Rave Puffs,” new and amazingly un-addictive!
Boy: Mom, today at school we get to build our own ballistae!
Mother: That’s lovely son, at my age all we did was take Family Environment.
Girl: Yeah, but Billy is so stupid he’ll blow his hand off. Laughs.
Boy: I will not, I will not!
Mother: Hush children. Angelina, zip me up please. Thank you.
Finishing breakfast, mother and children exit kitchen, leaving hummer-bots to clean their litter. Exiting the house, the mother and children hug.
Mother: The two of you have a nice day at school today, and Billy, be careful with your trinitrotoluene.
Kids in chorus: You too, mom, don’t work too hard. Laughs.
Mother: I promise not to. Oh, and kids, don’t forget to take your acid tabs at lunch.
Cut for commercial announcements.
Narrator: Today’s “Real Living” brought to you today by the new and improved Acidity. Yes, kids, you heard it. It’s fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins!
Listening to your heart slow down while you’re trying to go to sleep is like a lullaby and metaphorically, you’re the baby in the cradle.
Listening to your heart slow down while you’re forcing your eyes open in the darkening cab of your car as gas leaks onto the pavement and you’re staring at the crushed remnants of the vehicle that destroyed the daylight is also like a lullaby and metaphorically, it’s for you whom the bell tolls.
Like a mime I can lay my hands to the air and feel solid flesh, fingertips and memory, I can’t forget the curves of your body.
A sensual bond where only a soft breeze caresses my skin and raises goose bumps along the insides of my arms and when I feel a bit naughty…
But I curl and no one is there and I feel the almost silken fabric slip along my bare skin and the bed envelopes me before I sleep - it’s a sin to live so well.
In front of the soldiers travelled a white gilded carriage on angled wheels drawn by large black horses of burden layered in gaudy mantles of white with golden filigree. The driver held the reins of the drawn carriage but looked very near sleep as he swayed back and forth in the leather seat. Soldiers on horses traveled to either side of the carriage but the horses were undecorated and very much not horses of burden; the beasts looked impatient and ill-tempered.
As the small army verged upon the village green the carriage and entourage rolled to a stop and the foot soldiers came to a halt behind it. Lou the Louse elbowed and shouldered his way through the outer ring of towns men to stand before the gathered soldiers as the unofficial village mayor. Lou was a jealous, abusive and tyrannical husband and father but also possessive and standing before the gathered army it was unsaid but officially stated that he would die before he gave up his village.
But even in the moment of his saving grace, Lou sneered when he noticed Harm standing at his right arm with scythe in hand.
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