Ethan (sexxyethan) wrote,
Ethan
sexxyethan

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Return of the Wench

"I missed my chance.  I should have gone for the throat.  I should have lunged for that streak of white under the weasel's chin and held on, held on through mud and into the wild rose, held on for a dearer life.  We could live under the wild rose wild as weasels, mute and uncomprehending.  I could very calmly go wild.  I could live two days in the den, curled, leaning on mouse furs, sniffing bird bones, blinking, licking, breathing musk,....." *KILLS SELF*

DAMN YOU CREATIVE NONFICTION, HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME READ WENCH DILLARD!!!!!!,,,well it's only 3 pages, BUT STILL!!!!
Now I have to write a short piece modeled after, "Living Like Weasels"

 "Kitty!!! I'd never seen one this close before.  It was fat as a pumpkin, and as black as a midnight gypsy, with fur as soft as the morning sun.  Her face was expressionless, and sharp as a bears claw........"

Only one class tomorrow, and not until 2:00, *dances*
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