The attic was frightfully cold, even for a June morning: de we was sipping down trumpeters, housing formulae for hummingbirds to feast, garishly sickening me with the lashing butterfly tongues the bombardiers hosted. I loathed the sun, and the monsters that be but right outside the window, cawing and cackling on, the worst contributors to noise pollution I've ever beheld! It was madness! Birds cawing, groundhogs grunting, and all in the guise of summer bliss! What fools the rest of the world might be to cherish these natural moments as anything but posh posey play, stipend by a lack of reading deeper into the barrows of lies the hues of green and off-white dared to spell out in those blistering rays! It was crippling I say! Utterly crippling!
The attic then creaked with the most alarming sound. Footsteps! Clovened footsteps from creaking pine boards, ascending to the rafters,spelling my encasing doom! It was terrifying enought to make me cringe back down into a fetal state, the likes I've not been in since I was pushed out,mas Aphrodidte from her foam womb. No! It was for me. The steps moving vicariously in a swim-swum rickety pattern. The dread was real....I would soon be faced with the horrors of the sunshine reality. I cringed,mlike a child,hiding my head in my overheated hoodie. Thinking if I were to stay as silent as the dead, and tighten the lids of my eyes, I would become invisible as babes who play imaginary games. Yet then with a flutter to my heart of darkness,mi then heard a rap, a tap tapping to the attic door.
I knew what it was, and the dread filled me, as the unforgiving sun rose higher into the sky, I could not sink low enough to evade the flames. I let out a silent scream, and dared to open my eyes, met by the pain of God's hellish light, the center of life, the Phoenix's egg!
The rapping came again, and this time it was met with muffled growls, words that only spelt certain doom for my plans...my discovery was so blatantly known, I'd hsve to sunk into myself to ever truly be invisible. Go away! Leave me be! I so wanted to scream out to the rapping tyrant that was held behind a fortress of particle board, and a rusty metal chain. It was not claw, or paw thwt kept the beast from clambering to my safe home, but a mere biding of time to give me the falsehood of choice, until that choice would there wretched from my limp hand, and thrust me out from a gripping talon of strength! It would yank the chain that kept me safe, brining down the door, and in-turn, my world upon the ground, I would fall from my tower, and down to the monster's lair....and my lire would be over.
Finally I could not bear the rapping any longer, the beast comes forth with a fury of a billion banshees just out of flight school, and the hand reaches up,dragging me down, down into the brightness, that mirage of happiness and joy! I feel the strength of its grip, and for the harder I struggle, it gains a tighter hold. I fight a good fight, but go limp, and accept my faith. The true terror begins.
I stare into it's face, its piercing eyes, and not breath like a dragon's fart in my fair, pale skin. I then hear the words, bellowed out in a voice that is shrieking and I shake: "Billy! You are not going to spend summer vacation cooped up in that attic playing video games! Now go outside, and have fun!! Get a tank you looking like the living dead!"
With those words of true horror, the gnashing heat of the singing acclamations, I walk out into thwt wide-open sunspot, and feel the heat on my skin purging me of any plans I had for summer vacation. I give into the madness, I give into defeat! I have lost to the beast known as Aunt Rita, and with a forlorn grimace; I go off to play a dreaded game of kickball.
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