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DABR3 Rd2- I. BlindnessHeading to his downtown apartment, Mr. Thompson was walking at slower than normal pace, his mind heavy with thoughts of his students and events from the previous morning. He passed an electronics shop and perked up at the broadcast occurring. There was a middle-aged news anchor speaking on the television.
As many of you know, the government has selected another group of high school students from Saint Judas and Saint Basilides reform schools for the Battle Royale protocol. The competition began yesterday and we have the first results from the battle.
An image of a class roster appeared from the screen displaying the students of Saint Judas first with several of the students images labeled in red, implying their deaths. After a few seconds, the roster for Saint Basilides appeared on the screen and, to Thompsons dismay, there were far more red labels than there were for Saint Judas. His stomach dropped and he stared
Crows - Fiction ExerciseFor millennia, the crow has been regarded as a servant to deities, whether it be as a messenger of death or a harbinger of souls. With this in mind, it becomes clear that any harm caused to the servants of gods will be met with swift and severe retribution. For taking on this grim and sacred duty and out of fear of divine vengeance, cultures across the world have regarded the crow with the utmost respect. However, in recent times, respect for this unassuming bird has fallen away and it is treated with the same respect as a garden pest. Just because reverence for the onyx-colored bird has waned, does not mean that divine vengeance has as well.
In his usual hurry to arrive late at the office, Michael Vance scrambles to find his single, wrinkled, black tie amongst the pile of dirty laundry accumulating in the corner of his one bedroom apartment, reeking of body odor. A small, black bird is perched in his open window, pecking at some of the dead insects in the sil
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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