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George's hands clasp around the sword at his hip. He pulled it out and wielded it into the air. He pointed in at his gigantic foe, feeling like David and Goliath. The fight was all around him, but HIS battle had just begun now, and it was going to be DIFFICULT one.
I put the stencil left and right, upside down, and right side up. The shape on the page was nothing but a blob and I sighed heavily. Masterpieces are rare to come by and I couldn't even re-use this art to make it my own. What a rip.
I counted in my head. One, two, three, "BAM!" One, two, three, "BAM!" One, two, three, "STOP!" I shouted. My brother turned around, stared at me, and rested the bat on top of his shoulder. "Why'd you stop me stop for?"
The gentlemen entered the room, leaving a whisk of cinnamon in their wake. I gazed at them as they walked by, I could feel a ripple up my spine when one with dark blue eyes glanced at me, giving me the blankest stare I had ever seen. This couldn't be good.
Jerry went backwards as the door swung open and hit him in the face. I thought he should have checked the schedule beforehand, as to avoid the acting troupe of transvestites that came into the colorful bar.
There was an aperture in the the side of the brick wall. I stuck my finger in and felt something soft and fuzzy tug on the tip of my finger. I then heard a small sound, like a baby animal, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Oh no," I thought.
He looked at the mechanism before him. It was large and white, it has ten spikes at the top, and opened at the back. What was it? It must be here to make his life better. To create a new reality. That's why he turned to push the big red button that said "on".
My heart is mechanism. I work it, I feel it. it makes me tired and happy. I wish I could throw it in the trash and give it a hearty dinner at the same time. I shape the world around me with it and my eyes expand at the beauty. I can feel it still. It beats fast. So very fast.