The storm shrieks and shudders outside the walls. It is an unnatural monster - all heinous thunder and pompous lightning, but no rain. Nay, nay, nay. It is not the true wrath of the Gods - not mighty Zeus upon his mighty throne, nor the work of great one-eyed Odin and his wolves in the Northlands. This is but their play - the very whim of their passing thoughts. The Gods outside... they care not for this one mortal man, nay this boy. Nor for that twice-damned image burned in his heart and mind and eyes and soul.
What now might I do against such a foe? Take up this broken glass, and, and put it out? Just stab and cut and slash and scream until all is black? What might I do? What might you do? Play it off as a farce, you coward? Pretend it isn't there? Give into that damned temptation, the very nature of base human instinct, and bury your head in the sand? In your ass? Pray tell, friend, what would you do? What would you do?
For I am left with the thrice-damned image. Yes.. yes. Awry. All must have gone awry - what God would allow for this to come to pass? Yes. Yes yes yes! Awry! All has gone awry! And now - now for the night!'
EDIT: Not really what I wrote for English, as I forgot the notebook at school (again) and wrote up a variant on it. What do you think?
Edited by mike_, 16 May 2009 - 03:15 AM.