A Treasonous Mirror
I am feeling very much relieved that my Brit Lit II prof moved teh due date for that killer poetry project to Thursday. I doubt I'm going to come up with anything decent by then (I've hit 1K, but only one of them really fits in with what we've been studying thus far) I... still have a while? Right. :P I might post the poems later, just to see if people can shred them enough that they're salvageable.
Been procrastinating all afternoon on my AP French project (Vietnam, where everyone hates the French), translated an old piece I wrote in German. To reiterate on the notes for that, I have no idea where I lifted the concept from; I just know it's not mine and I'd much appreciate anyone who could help me give credit where due. Also, I had to muss with phrasings and such to get it to translate "well", take that as you will, asides from the normal "blegh, I sucked three months ago" fixerupper thing. Concrit, enough foreshadowing as to the "identity"?
Methinks I'll also use this for
100_original 'enemies' ( table.)
When you smile, they look away. They all do.
They’re so afraid-
It’s because of the Bully. They fear him, and they fear for him: such a strange, starving boy, hungry but not for their lunchmoney surely, he should have been sated long ago… always with those fists of his, tyranny triumphant in the cries of the weak and the smile of the strong.
He will never stop. How could he? He can’t even stop himself.
He’s not just stealing their lunchmoney, after all: he’s stealing their childhood, the childhood he’ll never have…
Your fists clench. You hate him, you hate him you hate him you hate him you-
You open your eyes, and see him there, there, right in front of you: the Bully.
You move without thought.
Hit him.
Without hesitation.
Hit him harder.
You can’t stop yourself-
harder
You shudder to a stop, and fall.
The shards of the mirror are scattered around you.
You are the Bully.
Been procrastinating all afternoon on my AP French project (Vietnam, where everyone hates the French), translated an old piece I wrote in German. To reiterate on the notes for that, I have no idea where I lifted the concept from; I just know it's not mine and I'd much appreciate anyone who could help me give credit where due. Also, I had to muss with phrasings and such to get it to translate "well", take that as you will, asides from the normal "blegh, I sucked three months ago" fixerupper thing. Concrit, enough foreshadowing as to the "identity"?
Methinks I'll also use this for
100_original 'enemies' ( table.)
When you smile, they look away. They all do.
They’re so afraid-
It’s because of the Bully. They fear him, and they fear for him: such a strange, starving boy, hungry but not for their lunchmoney surely, he should have been sated long ago… always with those fists of his, tyranny triumphant in the cries of the weak and the smile of the strong.
He will never stop. How could he? He can’t even stop himself.
He’s not just stealing their lunchmoney, after all: he’s stealing their childhood, the childhood he’ll never have…
Your fists clench. You hate him, you hate him you hate him you hate him you-
You open your eyes, and see him there, there, right in front of you: the Bully.
You move without thought.
Hit him.
Without hesitation.
Hit him harder.
You can’t stop yourself-
harder
You shudder to a stop, and fall.
The shards of the mirror are scattered around you.
You are the Bully.