No Title, Chapter 1 I wake up as the clock chimes eleven. But it isnt the clock that disturbs me; its the shivering sensation that overcomes me. I quickly climb out of bed and walk over to my bedroom window. As I step into the moonlight the shivers get worse. I open the window and walk to the middle of the floor. The shivering becomes shaking; I could have given someone a massage just by touching them. Suddenly Im shrinking. My arms and legs become the same length; my tailbone extends. My nose and mouth lengthen to become a muzzle while my senses are going haywire, getting sharper. As my ears become pointed and keen I squint in reaction to t
The Black PlagueRing around the Rosy.......-That refers to the bruising that appeared around the open sores.A pocket full of Posy.......-Supposedly Posy was a mixture of herbs and spices that kept the sickness away.Ashes, Ashes.......-Victims turned a sickly grey colour before.........We all fall Down!-Six feet under the stars.Not such a little kid thing anymore, now, is it?
Smoke before FireI is not thunkin' rightThe wurled is all spinny-likeUvreyting is wonky-donkedand fuzzzzzed upAnd I is gigglin' at weirded stuffsWhy is I bein wacky yer askin'?Cuz I found Daddy's specialses stuffAnd I learnses how to make the flame comeThe fiery orange is real pretty-like'Specially stickin' out my mouthI suck in deep and blow out real hardto make the cloud come out my chatterboxI go speedy-like up to DaddyAnd I shows Daddy what I is doin'I is tellin' him that I is just like himBut he don't like it and I is now feelin' hurtsesBoth on my cheekses and in my heartBut Daddy, why is you hurtin' me?He don't say 'n