Bob DylanI watched his cracked dry lips as they sang his songs.More Like This
Cold raw finger tips dancing along.
On a long wooden neck, of a factory made guitar.
Singing of truths from a voice so distant and far.
The lands, they'd split as the people, they'd raved.
While ol' Bob, he'd sit there on his brass bucket, and wave.
At the near to gone crazy, and the old, the good, and dead.
And I watched as he wouldn't bother to lift up his sunken head.
God, let thunder strike me down if I ever wish to be like him.
For it don't take the gifted to learn that we're all stuck in the same loonie bin.
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 8Though I haven't kept track of the dates; the animals here sure do. There's a grand clock by the town hall that gongs at every hour. The date is inscribed at the side of every letter I receive from neighbors that have passed on or, "moved away." Corny events are tracked and celebrated by neighbors, just to keep their deluded minds off of ongoing tragedies that go right under their noses. As days drag more and food becomes more scarce; there are just a few trees left in my town with ripe oranges. If it weren't for Horatio's share, I'd be much worse off than I am.More Like This
Even with these reminders; it's not until the rude awakening of a pounding at my door that I'm reminded today is August 10th. My sixteenth birthday, and the day I'm supposed to return home from "camp" according to the brochure.
Turns out it's a squirrel who has asked me what my birthday was before, has made a cake for me. Another antelope I pass by gives a green balloon. Frobert, the frog I sold my shirt to, even sends
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 7Passing days here are more like weeks; and every second seems more like a lifetime. Fruit are growing low in both our towns, and with that so is our chance for survival; as besides raw and overcooked fish, it is our only source of food that isn't flesh.More Like This
"Do you think they'll really get these?" Asks Horatio, as we scurry out to send more letters. We have sent out copies of the same note on similar templates, warning them about cannibal Nook and requesting whoever shall receive the letter to send back their code. No responses so far, but we can only hope others have received the message and are together plotting rebellion.
"Someone out there should." The only concern, and what has feared us most, was if someone with a position of power were to see it, track down our codes, and execute us on the spot. They were planning to anyhow, and as it's been two weeks since I've been dropped off at "camp," it's just a matter of time before they decide I'm no value to them besides making a good garni
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 6This wasn't happening. I have gone into madness, it's my only explanation...More Like This
"GET UP AGAINST THE WALL!" Resetti ordered the crowded children, an axe in his hand. The children scurried to follow orders, I make a run for it.
"YOU! LASSIE! COME HERE!" Resetti orders Don to keep watch of the terrified children, and charges after me. Once the slowest runner out of my class; I am assisted by an adrenaline rush when I see a light at the end of Resetti's damned tunnel. There was a way to reality! He's right fucking behind me...
"CANDACE!" He knows my name. He keeps record of every trapped soul here! I see more and openings; the closest one had a gate. I was going back to the hell I started from, but there's not much of a choice with my life at stake.
I'm almost there! Just pull the door-it won't budge!
"NO!" Resetti had me by one arm, I'm pulling the door with the other. I lunge towards my temporary freedom, and he briskly turns me around. Once a man, he sure had the strength