Jo.It had to be her.Sitting in the dying

Jo.It had to be her.Sitting in the dying light of my last candle,I'm thinking of her.Maybe she'll give me comfort when the darkness finally swallows me.Her last words to me.

Then, everything went through a metamorphasis. I became a mouse and lived inside the walls. I could hear everything. It was both amusing and disturbing to hear the arguments about

who should be offered to the burning chasm that cracked open and devoured the city hall. I was dismayed. Instead of me, the family decided to sacrifice Grandma.

But Grandma has seen which way the winds were blowing during the voting and had high tailed it out the back door and that ain't easy for her because of the her long gingham dress.

The winds were blowing strong that day and Grandma's gingham dress filled like a weather balloon, and up she went, over the treetops and steeples, howling like a banshee.

Grandma bobbed in the air for a while, until a passing meteorologist saw her and started doing some calculations. "Great Scotts!" he exclaimed, "A storm is coming and it's made of

cats and dogs." Grandma did not come down, i screeched and fell to my knees. What's going on, why is this happening now?This day of all days.The day where

very confusing to write about and to read. Yet, she opened the Holy Bible to the Book of Genesis and started reading. She asked all duplicates to leave, and pushed her friends ba

rabajagal and Bodhisattva to the edge of the Earth: they fell off and died. Old Testament. In the New Testament, the Earth was round. Donovan and Steely Dan brought them to life!