Trick Or Treat Bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat HaulLuvingToHateU goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Thing Two (the cat in the hat).bagel_hell gives you 14 white passionfruit-flavoured nuggets.burdenedmind tricks you! You get a rotten egg.jaws_8218914 tricks you! You get an eraser.unspokenfury gives you 12 light yellow spearmint-flavoured wafers.LuvingToHateU
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Slowly walking in the still warm evening air, midsummer's gasoline rainbow twinkling gently in the gutter, he cried. Not for joy, no never those tears would fall again; it was his heart that hurt tonight A true pain, a deep pain. If a man's soul resided forever as an angel in the heart, she flew on a broken wing. The wind started.
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Not long ago it was warm and fine in the world. He was nearly the man his father had raised him to be. He was still narrow in the shoulders and lacking in some senses he could only learn in time. She was a fine Irish lassy. She had eyes like grass in a gentle breeze. She was always warm and soft. She was an angel, the kind without wings. Come cold of December or the rapture she would be soft and warm. Their blood sang with love as they crossed the meadow. The three feet of snow and biting wind could not hold them back. A long winter was ending, a winter with three months left to go, and that winters thirst was ready to be drowned. As they entered the crowded tavern on the bottom end of the street no one looked up. The small, hot room was packed full with the fever in its prime. Spring was no time for a young couple to be here.
Few seats remained and most in dark comers lit only by the red glow of pipes and fired words in the dark. Drawn in by the music, laughter and the first people either had seen in almost two months they found shaky, stained stools near the back door. At this table sat a man hooded and drunken nursing a half full glass and two half empty eyes.
On his left lent a tall man sobbing through his sleeves for worries far off no one cared to query. They sat starring awkwardly out the window at a truck sliding into the lot rumbling near in a sickly state just as the man who entered from it. This time heads turned. Paying no heed to anyone in his way this lumbering giant of a man grasped the hand of the bartender and the bottle he held pulling away nearly taking both. He marched his good leg with purpose through the crowd dragging the other as a testament to battles won. Clumsily he mounted the stool opposite the young woman and began to drink. As he began to swallow the yellow liquid no one questioned him to pay for it. The limping man stank of stench and reeked of reeking, no other description could be rendered. All found it at once; even the old sobbing man stopped and stared. He lowered the bottle to meet the tables many stares. They could see it in his eyes as they strained against the light. The limping man's eyes came to rest in horrible limbo between the hooded man and the fair young girl.
Not a breath was taken awaiting the choice he made. The table overturned taking the now empty bottle with it and a long bent hand grasped the quiet drunkard and pulled him to his feet as the gun fired. Twice. Both he decided.
Full of terror he fell with her on top of him. He lay, eyes closed, muttering a prayer he barely knew in the nun's Latin he had long forgotten. When the screams stopped and the air, stretched tight strung from the walls, fell on him. He looked up. Her final word spoken in a voice more dead that alive: "why?"
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