The road was creepy, just a path through

The road was creepy, just a path through the woods. Trees blocked the sun out, even at noon it was dark. Winding around until you come to the wooden bridge, but under the bridge

a pale light glimmered as if from another world. Transfixed the dear stepped tentatively towards the shimmering water and took what was to be it's last drink. As it's body fell

next a DEER that was not too dear. Remember, Dear and Dead are next to Godliness. Or is that how cleaning should be sold? Remember the Alamo, rental office she blathered . Sup?

Nah - thanks- I'll just grab something from the drivethru. What's that? No, I already took my meds. If you don't speak up you may as well just

just use the Antikythera mechanism as an ashtray. I'll just stub my Kools out on this awesome unknowable really ancient thingy and you'll be sorry, so speak up you big

Non-verbal ashtray lover-collector. You make-force me to write-emote so many hyphenated compund words-thoughts-parenthetcals that I

I clam up inside my head, allowing myself a moment-of-clarity and a bit-of-perspective. I can't help but think that no-one-else struggles like this with something as simple as

when-to-use a hyphen. Ms. Banks raised the ruler and said try again. I was so nervous that the chalk made a gittery-line-and-squeeked so that the hackles on my

teeth, if such a thing exists. I hadStrunk and White on my Kindle, I found the rule and raised it in my right hand. Mrs. Banks grabbed her chest and fell. Fatal hyphenation.