Wednesday, May 2, 2012

My brush with DEATH

I raced away from castle apartments from the nunnery, from myself. Oh angels and ministers of grace defend me! Rain began to bounce off my skin and soak into my shoes. A sudden idea flew into my head like a fly into a light bulb. I didn't have to live in shame. I can live in honor, I will sacrifice myself as the Romans did with pomp and with triumph! I immediately turned back toward castle apartments, and if all went well, I who ever I am would never return.

I began to climb the stair to the roof of castle apartments, and one by one they came, never running out quickly enough. (I took the stairs because elevators are for the weak!)  I began to see the top of the stair as my legs were just about to give out. when I pushed open the door to the roof, I ran to the edge. I t just wasn't fair I didn't understand...why? "Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it!" I screamed at the roaring thunder as it boomed back at me in defiance. I climbed up onto the railing meant to protect people like me, I sighed and breathed in just about to leap. "I kill'd not thee with half so good a will." I whispered and then...I was hit by lightening.

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