The things they worried by lighting-jolt, literature
Literature
The things they worried
When they worried, they worried about their studies. What do I study? How do I study it? How much time should I put forth the effort to study? Do I have time to get something quick to eat? Do I have time to slow down and check my email? Do I have time to check my Facebook messages? They find a find a comical Harry Potter related picture. It was of Professor Snape, his hands in the air next to a DJ turntable with the inscription “Pay Attention. I shall drop the bass only once” below it. They wonder about the amount of photoshop that was done and from which scene or which movie that Snape came from. They pause for a s
The photo was of Alex in what seemed to be a frilly pink dress, his mouth formed a widened grin. As his eyes moved down the photograph, he noticed that he was riding a sleek red Moped.
For the life of him, Alex couldn't seem to remember this at all. Maybe he was indeed drunk when this was taken or it simply didn't happen.
"You will pay for this you filthy worm, you scum of the earth!" Alex violently thrashed his words at the eel before his claws wrapped around its throat.
Alex was about to apply pressure when he heard the sounds of the high pitched bunny annoyingly counting numbers.
"TEN READY OR NOT, HERE I COM
"What the heck? What was that?" It couldn't have been his enemy; the monster was watching him the whole time.
Alex used his arms to slowly lift himself out of the sand and balanced onto his feet once again. He examined the ground, in search for the object that he tripped on. He scanned the beach around him, carefully looking for anything out-of-place. He moved his eyes all around until they spot an unusual lump in the coarse sand.
He followed it until it stopped behind a rock.
"HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" The stuffed animal exclaimed. After a moment, the high pitched voice of
Groans of the beast forced their way from his vocal cords to the outside world as blood dripped down his tail. This torment was a nuisance, it was a distraction. It was keeping him from focusing on his attacker. With his eyes closed hard in discomfort, Alex began to coax himself.
"I need to concentrate don't think about the damage done turn your attention to hurting your foe!"
"This game is boring, let's play another ..HOW ABOUT DODGEBALL?"
Slowly, Alex regained the visual aspects of the world. Lifting his gaze to get a better view, he spots seve
A long loud sigh escaped from the dinosaur's mouth as his claws met the dry particles of sand once again. Alex had been searching "Paradise" for hours now, sifting through the sandy beaches in search of his prized possession.
"It's not here either!" his inner voice spoke, its intensity growing with each passing word.
"Where could it possibly be?" This mind-numbing question was constantly repeated over and over again in Alex's mind, taunting him, tormenting him.
He never seemed to have had a problem he couldn't solve. No matter how easy or difficult the inquiry may have been, the solution would always come.&
"NO!" exclaimed an irritated voice, echoing every-which-way throughout the band room. Everyone was still; quiet, no one dared to interject. They all just stood there like statues, with blank stares on their faces, as the man continued to yell.
"YOU'RE DOING IT ALL WRONG!"
My eyes lowered themselves from the teacher to the repetitive pattern of ebony and ivory. They couldn't look at this, this monster anymore. The man who once told us that anything was possible, the man who said that nothing could stop creativity, the man who inspired me to do greatness suddenly vanished.
"Why are you adding a mel
Plop plop plop
You dim wit! Why can't you find the pieces yet?
PLOP plop plop
Oh, yeah that's right I have that she witch to thank for that.
PLOP plop
Women they're so
A light poke on the monster's shoulder suddenly disrupted his activity of skipping stones. His mind ceased its thinking.
THUD!!
The stone that Alexander was just about to skip slid out of his razor sharp claws and into the waters below. His head slowly turned to his right, allowing his navy blue eyes to gaze upon the two strange fellows.
"Well hello there my dear friend. How are you today? &
Drops
splatter
everywhere.
The tiled ground
rings with sounds of guilt.
Shouts of anger and pain
fill the barren hallway with
second thoughts about good and bad.
The body feels cold through latex gloves.
Flight has now consumed his mind, he runs blind.
~jolt~