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My Uncleanable Room
My uncleanable room,
Is there such a word?!
Well, it is uncleanable.
It's so dark in there, I can only make out some forms...
Dead bodies everwhere!
Nah, those are just my clothes
Do I see piles of snow covered the floor?!
Nah, those are just my notes and letters.
OUCH!
A murderer jumped from behind the curtains and stabbed my eye with a knife!
Nah, it's just the sharp light of the street lamp.
A monsters grabbed my foot from under the bed!
Nah, those are just my stuffed animals.
"click"
I froze, was that the sound of a trigger on a gun?
nah, i probably just stepped on a hair clip.
I turned on the light and squinted.
When I opened my eyes, the sight shocked me.
My family on the floor, dead.
Piles of snow from the opened window came blowing in through the curtain.
A figure stood beside the window, with a knife.
I felt beside my left eye and discovered I had a deep cut that was currently gushing blood down my face.
My sister's hair came from under the bed, wrapped around my right foot.
"BANG"
I turned around in time to see a man standing by my door with a gun.
I tried to scream but no sound would come...
Everything drawned into a dark pool...
Nice job, nice word play gets ya thinking. Keep it up. Lata
Hahhaha....thoroughly enjoyable piece, Mavis. i like how u try to associate or even suggest different things to symbolise the untidiness and confusion.... A little whimsical and satirical....simply great on imagination and humour...Smilesz... thanxs for sharing this Room with us. :p