The Pillowman
I want you guys to read it and tell me wha-cha think!
*Waring!* It may affend some people and it may not so if it affend's you!
That's your problem! But before I post the story my phone fell in the water yesterday and I was like O.O;;; ahhhhh! I had to take it appart and dry it off and thank Goodness it still works i was all teary eyes and happy! BTW me and friend Meg want's to Cosplay FF10(2) She's ganna be Paine and me Rikku but we are doing that for A-kon maybe RoninCon, So..my Yuffie cosplay is ganna wait until next year. rikku is the one on the left and Paine on the right!
The pillowman.
Once upon a time... there was a man, who did not look like normal men. He was about nine feet tall and he was all made up of these fluffy pink pillows: his arms were pillows and his legs were pillows and his body was a pillow; his fingers were tiny little pillows , even his head was a pillow, a big round pillow. And on his head he had two button eyes and a big smiley mouth which was always smiling, so you could always see his teeth, which were also pillows. Little white pillows. Well the pillowman had to look like this, he had to look soft and safe, because of his job, because his job was a very sad and a very difficult one...
Whenever a man or a lady was very very sad because they had a dreadful and hard life and they just wanted to end it all, they just wanted to take their own lives and take all the pain away, well, just as they were about to do it, by razor, or by a bullet, or by gas, or by any method of suicide the pillowman would go to them and sit with them, and gently hold them, and he'd say, "hold on a minuet" and time would go slow stragely, and as time slowed, the pillowman would go back in time to when that man or lady was just a little boy or girl,to when the life of horror they were to lead hadn't quiet begun and the pillowmans job was very very sad because the pillowman's job was to get the child to kill themselves, and so aviod the pain that would just end up in the same place for them anyway: faceing an oven, faceing a shotgun. But I've never heard of a small child killing themselves; you might say. Well, the pillowman would always suggest they do it in a way that would make it look tragic,accident : he'd show them the bottle of pills that looked just like sweeties: he'd show them the place in the river where the ice was to thin : he'd show them the parked cars that it was really dangerous to dart out between: he's show them the plastic bag with no breathing hole, and exactly how to tighten it. Because mom's and dad's always find it easier ro come to terms with a five-year-old lost in a tragic accident then they do with a five-year-old who has seen how shitty life is and has taken action to aviod it.
When the Pillowman was successful in his work, a little child would die horrifically. And when the pillowman was unsuccessful, a little child would have a horrific life, and grow into an adult who'd also have a horrific life, and then die horrifically.So, the pillowman, as big as he was and as fluffy as he was, he'd just go around crying all day long, his house be just puddles everywhere, so he decided to do just one final job and that'd be it. So he went to this place besides this pretty stream that he remembered from a time before, and bought a little can of petrol with him, and there was this old weeping willow tree there, and he went under that tree and sat and waited for a while, and there under that tree appeared was all these toys.
There was a little caravan nearby, and the pillowman heard the door open and little footsteps came out, and he heard a boy's voice say, "I'm just going out to play. mom; and the mom said; " Well don't be late for your tea, son; " I won't be , mom". And the pillowman heard the little footsteps get closer and the branches of the willow parted and it wasn't a little boy at all, it was a little pillowboy. And the pillowboy said, " Hello,: to the pillowman and the pillowman said, "hello," to the pillowboy, and they both played with the toys for a while. And the pillowman told him all about his sad job and the dead kids and all of that type of stuff, and the little pillowboy understood instantly 'cos he was such a a happy little fella and all he ever wanted to do was to be able to help people, and he poured the can of petrol all over himself and his smiley mouth was still smiling, and the pillowman, though his gloopy tears, said, " Thank you," to the pillowboy, and the pillowboy said," thats alright. Will you tell my mom I won't be havin tea tonight,: and the pillowman said,: yes I will; lying.
The pillowboy struck a match, and the pillowman gently started to fade away, the last thing he saw was the pillowboys happy smiley mouth as it slowly melted away, stinking into nothingness.
The last thing he heard was something he hadn't even comtemplated. The last thing he heard was the screams of the hundred thousands children he'd help to commit suicide coming back to life and going on to lead the cold, wretched lives that were detined to them because he's haven't been around to prevent them, right on up to the screams of their sad self-inflicted deaths, which this time of course, would be conducted entirely alone, and in the end he just faded away like he never existed.
((It makes me wonder if the Pillowman will even visit me!))
*Waring!* It may affend some people and it may not so if it affend's you!
That's your problem! But before I post the story my phone fell in the water yesterday and I was like O.O;;; ahhhhh! I had to take it appart and dry it off and thank Goodness it still works i was all teary eyes and happy! BTW me and friend Meg want's to Cosplay FF10(2) She's ganna be Paine and me Rikku but we are doing that for A-kon maybe RoninCon, So..my Yuffie cosplay is ganna wait until next year. rikku is the one on the left and Paine on the right!
The pillowman.
Once upon a time... there was a man, who did not look like normal men. He was about nine feet tall and he was all made up of these fluffy pink pillows: his arms were pillows and his legs were pillows and his body was a pillow; his fingers were tiny little pillows , even his head was a pillow, a big round pillow. And on his head he had two button eyes and a big smiley mouth which was always smiling, so you could always see his teeth, which were also pillows. Little white pillows. Well the pillowman had to look like this, he had to look soft and safe, because of his job, because his job was a very sad and a very difficult one...
Whenever a man or a lady was very very sad because they had a dreadful and hard life and they just wanted to end it all, they just wanted to take their own lives and take all the pain away, well, just as they were about to do it, by razor, or by a bullet, or by gas, or by any method of suicide the pillowman would go to them and sit with them, and gently hold them, and he'd say, "hold on a minuet" and time would go slow stragely, and as time slowed, the pillowman would go back in time to when that man or lady was just a little boy or girl,to when the life of horror they were to lead hadn't quiet begun and the pillowmans job was very very sad because the pillowman's job was to get the child to kill themselves, and so aviod the pain that would just end up in the same place for them anyway: faceing an oven, faceing a shotgun. But I've never heard of a small child killing themselves; you might say. Well, the pillowman would always suggest they do it in a way that would make it look tragic,accident : he'd show them the bottle of pills that looked just like sweeties: he'd show them the place in the river where the ice was to thin : he'd show them the parked cars that it was really dangerous to dart out between: he's show them the plastic bag with no breathing hole, and exactly how to tighten it. Because mom's and dad's always find it easier ro come to terms with a five-year-old lost in a tragic accident then they do with a five-year-old who has seen how shitty life is and has taken action to aviod it.
When the Pillowman was successful in his work, a little child would die horrifically. And when the pillowman was unsuccessful, a little child would have a horrific life, and grow into an adult who'd also have a horrific life, and then die horrifically.So, the pillowman, as big as he was and as fluffy as he was, he'd just go around crying all day long, his house be just puddles everywhere, so he decided to do just one final job and that'd be it. So he went to this place besides this pretty stream that he remembered from a time before, and bought a little can of petrol with him, and there was this old weeping willow tree there, and he went under that tree and sat and waited for a while, and there under that tree appeared was all these toys.
There was a little caravan nearby, and the pillowman heard the door open and little footsteps came out, and he heard a boy's voice say, "I'm just going out to play. mom; and the mom said; " Well don't be late for your tea, son; " I won't be , mom". And the pillowman heard the little footsteps get closer and the branches of the willow parted and it wasn't a little boy at all, it was a little pillowboy. And the pillowboy said, " Hello,: to the pillowman and the pillowman said, "hello," to the pillowboy, and they both played with the toys for a while. And the pillowman told him all about his sad job and the dead kids and all of that type of stuff, and the little pillowboy understood instantly 'cos he was such a a happy little fella and all he ever wanted to do was to be able to help people, and he poured the can of petrol all over himself and his smiley mouth was still smiling, and the pillowman, though his gloopy tears, said, " Thank you," to the pillowboy, and the pillowboy said," thats alright. Will you tell my mom I won't be havin tea tonight,: and the pillowman said,: yes I will; lying.
The pillowboy struck a match, and the pillowman gently started to fade away, the last thing he saw was the pillowboys happy smiley mouth as it slowly melted away, stinking into nothingness.
The last thing he heard was something he hadn't even comtemplated. The last thing he heard was the screams of the hundred thousands children he'd help to commit suicide coming back to life and going on to lead the cold, wretched lives that were detined to them because he's haven't been around to prevent them, right on up to the screams of their sad self-inflicted deaths, which this time of course, would be conducted entirely alone, and in the end he just faded away like he never existed.
((It makes me wonder if the Pillowman will even visit me!))