FrozenOdin

A dull pencil can’t write. So dip me into your plastic iron maiden, and nudge my wooden head between your blades. Twist once to make your point, twice to explain it, thrice to make it stick. And still you twist and twist and twist until my graphite neck snaps under the pressure and lodges itself between the blades. A broken pencil can’t write. So push me into your electric sharpener hear the blades shriek and whirl. Release your hand from the number 2 to shove my petrified pink eraser in, till that’s all that’s left of me. The shrieks stops. I have nothing left to sharpen. You open the belly of the beast and find my paper-thin guts cut to shavings.

We have sometime before the big news broadcast tonight sweetie. Would you like to hear a story? Which one? Honey there’s not much i can tell you about him that I haven’t already Okay, okay I’ll start from the beginning. I was twelve feet under the earth, and digging deeper still. And still the desert sun cast it’s way down across the soil walls and baked me inside. I was on my hands and knees digging for something that might not even exist. I only knew about it through rumour and intuition. It was one of the happiest times in my life. I really shouldn’t have been excavating on my own. It was stupid not to go with a team. No one person can hope to find the earth’s buried secrets all on her own. But the last excavation I worked on my then teacher snuck off with the Pharolax Amulet by himself. Last I heard, Niles was still coughing up hairballs in the Spike. Serves him right. Anyway, I was digging alone. So you can imagine my surprise when this a voice like cat-tails pounding in the