hey...anybody wanna do my homework?

[thewildchild]

okay, okay, i don't want you to do it FOR me, i just want to see if anyone can actually do it. (i don't yet believe it's even possible) i have to do it, but you guys can do it for fun.

mission: write a 250 word, grammatically correct sentence that reflects an emotion.

i'm so lucky, i get to do two of these.

maybe if you're lucky, i'll share when i

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[dichotomyj]

In the beginning, it is insignificant, an unimportant, nebulous heat, an unnoticed pressure at the base of one's spine, throbbing imperceptibly, like a heart trapped under thousands of miles of ocean, but, like a living thing, it dwells and feeds off of its host, and, in a greater mockery of life, it grows with time, a minute emotional insect eating and gaining mass until it becomes like unto a white-hot tarantula, frightening and ugly and filled with a horrible venom, a massive, alien bug that drills deep into the mind and calls one's former thoughts "home," and this evil outside entity plays the shell of the inflicted person like a puppeteer manipulates a marionette, enacting a destructive vignette, a plague-ridden ventriloquism, removing the human and replacing it with a malicious beast, fearsome in its dedication to hate and single-minded devotion to poisoning the world; this many-legged monster, emotional aberration as it is, drives its host to terrible acts and away from rational actions, causing the inflicted to strike with great, blind wrath, not only at the origin of the disease, but eventually spreading out into a great campaign against the whole of the universe, having begun with the razing of the source, then extending its ire toward something else (which may or may not be either directly or indirectly related to that which planted the seed of hate, and may simply be whoever or whatever is at hand), adding fuel to a hellish flame, one that burns like the fire of a thousand suns, and requires twice the fuel; this inferno will burn until it is extinguished from without, or, having gluttonously consumed all possible sources of energy, annihilates the host and, turning invariably on itself, gutters out and dies.

I have no idea how long that is- the word processor that came on this laptop (some piece of base-two slag called Star Office) doesn't have word count. If I estimated right, it should be somewhere near 300 words. I even avoided naming the emotion itself, though I'm sure it'd be easy enough to guess.

Even though that hurt to write, it was also kinda fun- I try to avoid run-on sentences like some sort of linguistic pox, but I dig the challenge. I think I'll do another one, probably on Z (so I have word count), and probably about something less angry. I'm thinking lust, partly for a chance at the flip side of the lizard-brain coin, partly because animal emotions like that are easy enough for me to write about. Though maybe boredom. Or maybe both of them. I don't know.