My broken heart spills my blood. Broken and breaking. Bleeding and feasting on blood. I am the lone one. I hide in your jungle. In the shadows I reside. You say I do not exist in you but you are ready to see me in others. Close your eyes and see the flash of the fang. Feel me tear the tendons of your heart. You will always be afraid until you walk into the dark and face me. My power is to take life or to preserve it. Use it as you wish.
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Janglin' Jack
Saidizi sat quietly in the school room. The day did not seem real to her. She felt more as if she were in a long dream. While the boys played and made their usual loud noise, the girls in the school all acted as if they were at a funeral.
The teacher, Mr. Mzamba, was also unusually sullen. There was an uneasy feeling that floated in the air all day. Part of Saidizi wanted to leave the school and run home. Another part of her wanted to be anywhere but home. As the end of the school day neared, Saidizi's heart began to race. She began to think about Mama and Baba. She was such a hard worker, and a good helper with the siblings. Surely her parents would not...
"It is two o'clock children. you may put up your books and go home", Mr. Mzamba said in a flat voice. He did not look up from the papers on his desk.
One of the boys stood up,"Mr. Mzamba, you forgot to give us our homework for the night."
Still refusing to look up, Mr Mzamba said, "There are no studies for tonight."
In the silence of the room Saidizi heard one of the boys whisper, "Janglin' Jack has got us out of homework." Mr. Mzamba shot up out of his chair so quickly that the chair fell back onto the hardwood floor. The already frightened children were suddenly terrified.
Mr. Mzamba paused for a moment to regain his composure. "Run now children. Go to your homes."
The teacher, Mr. Mzamba, was also unusually sullen. There was an uneasy feeling that floated in the air all day. Part of Saidizi wanted to leave the school and run home. Another part of her wanted to be anywhere but home. As the end of the school day neared, Saidizi's heart began to race. She began to think about Mama and Baba. She was such a hard worker, and a good helper with the siblings. Surely her parents would not...
"It is two o'clock children. you may put up your books and go home", Mr. Mzamba said in a flat voice. He did not look up from the papers on his desk.
One of the boys stood up,"Mr. Mzamba, you forgot to give us our homework for the night."
Still refusing to look up, Mr Mzamba said, "There are no studies for tonight."
In the silence of the room Saidizi heard one of the boys whisper, "Janglin' Jack has got us out of homework." Mr. Mzamba shot up out of his chair so quickly that the chair fell back onto the hardwood floor. The already frightened children were suddenly terrified.
Mr. Mzamba paused for a moment to regain his composure. "Run now children. Go to your homes."
Character Assessment
Brenda saw quickly that he was built like a deck of cards. One good blow would scatter him all over the room.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Oya
I am the eye of the hurricane, the thunder that terrifies you at night. I am the voice in the whirlwind. I guard the threshhold of understanding. I destroy your hopes and break your dreams. Because of me you will know the truth...No one is coming to save you. When all your heroes are dead and all your friends have betrayed you then I have done my job. When there is nothing left to believe in then you are forced to believe in yourself.
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