Thicky sticky blood oozes out from a massive gash in His head. His fingers, almost of their own accord, keep wandering up His head to touch the mass of gore, making Him flinch from the pain. The rooms seem to spin around Him, the air wavering like a wave of heat. But still He keeps stumbling through the halls, tripping and slipping over loose ( Read more... )

 In the fifth grade, I almost won the spelling bee.

“E-v-a-n-e-s-c-e-n-t.”

“S-e-r-e-n-d-i-p-i-t-y.”

“M-n-e-m-o-n-i-c.”

“P-l-a-t-y-p-u-s.”

And then I…

“C-h-o-k-e-d.”

Bleh.

I threw an extra “i-s-s” into “M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i.”

And I was

“D-i-s-q-u-a-l-i-f-i-e-d.”

And so I sat back down in my seat, tearing the “Hello My Name Is” tag off my shirt, the one with “ ( Read more... )