Church-verse drabbles by little_himself
I meant to post these before I went AWOL, so I thought I'd go ahead and do it before I got sidetracked again.
These are the two Church-verse drabbles written by my little cousin, the ever-bitchy, oh-so-helpful-while-I-was-away-I-can't-believe-ya'll-didn't-blow-the-store-up little_himself.
Ya'll do me a favor and talk him into writing more. He says he can't write, but I say different. I love these little drabbles and would love to see more from him, Church-verse and otherwise.
Okay, here we go!
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He was easily annoyed. Not so easily amused, but annoying things were amusing at times. The best part was he rarely had to do anything to amuse himself. His teachers were amusing and annoying like that. He loved how they taught from out-dated text books as though they were holy tomes, reciting facts that had once been cutting edge, but now were no more than faded retoric. The biology text was laughable, and at times he could barely keep his mirth to himself.
Apparently his sardonic smirk was enough.
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If he wanted to, he knew the right combination of combustion and combustibles to blow the classroom off the school, as well as the proper placement of such and the timing that would be necessary to get it off in one part with out compromising the structural integrity of the rest of the building more than necessary. He could probably even get the materials without too much trouble. After all, the whole fire in the spare room had ended well, with no punishments and no questions, but he'd had dad in on that.
His nose wrinkles as he faces the blackboard again, not even feigning interest in learning yet again how to divide fractions. Maybe, just to piss the teacher off, he'd hand in his answers in decimals.
These are the two Church-verse drabbles written by my little cousin, the ever-bitchy, oh-so-helpful-while-I-was-away-I-can't-believe-ya'll-didn't-blow-the-store-up little_himself.
Ya'll do me a favor and talk him into writing more. He says he can't write, but I say different. I love these little drabbles and would love to see more from him, Church-verse and otherwise.
Okay, here we go!
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He was easily annoyed. Not so easily amused, but annoying things were amusing at times. The best part was he rarely had to do anything to amuse himself. His teachers were amusing and annoying like that. He loved how they taught from out-dated text books as though they were holy tomes, reciting facts that had once been cutting edge, but now were no more than faded retoric. The biology text was laughable, and at times he could barely keep his mirth to himself.
Apparently his sardonic smirk was enough.
..............................
If he wanted to, he knew the right combination of combustion and combustibles to blow the classroom off the school, as well as the proper placement of such and the timing that would be necessary to get it off in one part with out compromising the structural integrity of the rest of the building more than necessary. He could probably even get the materials without too much trouble. After all, the whole fire in the spare room had ended well, with no punishments and no questions, but he'd had dad in on that.
His nose wrinkles as he faces the blackboard again, not even feigning interest in learning yet again how to divide fractions. Maybe, just to piss the teacher off, he'd hand in his answers in decimals.