i’ll just leave this here…
The Deliverance of Death, Chapter 2: The Only WayIn fifth grade I began writing what would become the universally recognized inspiration for JK Rowling’s iconic Harry Potter series as well as ABCs hit program Lost. I now present this work chapter by chapter to the internet. To keep this to myself would be selfish.
The Deliverance of Death
By Ryan Piccirillo, Age 12
Chapter 2: The Only Way
The next morning, although I thought I wouldn’t, I awoke [How is it even possible to think that?]. I was in a strange house. I got on my feet, went to a railing, and looked down. About 54 feet below me [That seems oddly specific…] was the ground. I looked up to see a bloody red sky.
“The bloods of heaven have begun to shed,” came a voice from behind me.
I turned around to see a native-looking figure. “Bloods of heaven?” I questioned.
“The creature you saw is not of this world,” said the figure. “it is written when the chosen one, you, comes, the heavens will bleed” told the figure.
A million questions ran through my mind. Why me?” I asked. [A million questions, and that’s the one you choose?]
“The chosen one must be pure of heart [oh okay, right]. But of course, the chosen one must be a descendant of the Fuscianous people [Obviously, who doesn’t know that?]. Lay out your arm, chosen one.”
I didn’t want to, but I obeyed the command. This native spat on my elbow to reveal a blue diamond with a bright purple heart in the center. [Really?]
“The crest of Fuscianous! [HOLY SHIT!]” he exclaimed. “The Fuscianous are the people that once roamed this island. You are on Fusciano and I am Percipia, the guardian of Fusciano. I have been waiting for you for thousands of years and now, together, we will fight the creature, Gasiomia!” he exclaimed loudly. [Yelled? Shouted? Nope.]
“Percipia, there is one problem how do will kill it?” I asked. [That’s the only problem? No other problems? Oh okay good. No questions? No? Alright cool. That coolness about you is underscored by your refusal to punctuate your sentences.]
“Sit down boy,” he commanded. [Here we go.] “Two million years ago, before you or I were born [thanks for clarifying], the Gallowoptotamimas [wtf?] demons came to this island. They were going to take over. Back then, to get land you killed for it. A war was fought for many years. A woman called Fiania fell in love with the demond leader, Castana. Well, you can guess what happened after that! ” he told [Noo, please tell us.] “Gasiomia is what came out. He is the spawn of Castana. After the war, Fianna and GFastana were killed, but their son lived. He still lived today.
“Yeah, ok, but how do we kill it?” I asked him. [Stop boring me with your lame story about warring demons and pre-historic peoples, please, tell me the answer to this relatively boring question.]
“Ahh [Ahh], well thats the hard part” exclaimed Percipia. [Clearly someone told me exclaimed was a good word.] “Gasiomia roams the island looking for blood, flesh, and his parents [just like any brooding youngling]. We must deliver his parents’ bones and remains to him and he will die [what, why?]. That is the only way,” he said. “We must make the Deliverance of Death!” [OOOOOOOHHH I GET IT!]
NEXT TIME IN THE DELIVERANCE OF DEATH - CHAPTER 3: THE JOURNEY BEGINS
How will Alex and whats-his-name deliver the death? Does that make any sense at all? Will Alex have a delayed reaction to the fact that everything he has ever known about the world has been demolished Descartes-style?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME!!!
Everyone was so worried about who was going to want to see this movie. “I remember them being like, ‘How do you get guys to a ballet movie? How do you get girls to a thriller? The answer is a lesbian scene. Everyone wants to see that,” the New York Daily News quoted her as telling Entertainment Weekly.http://www.thebestmoviereview.com/movie/news/hotline-news/33857/natalie-portman-thinks-lesbian-sex-scene-is-the-selling-point-of-black-swan
The Scarlet Letter, Nathanial Hawthorne
“It was on him!” he continued, with a kind of fierceness; so determined was he to speak out the whole. “God’s eye beheld it! The angels were for ever pointing at it! The Devil knew it well, and fretted it continually with the touch of his burning finger! But he hid it cunningly from men, and walked among you with the mien of a spirit, mournful, because so pure in a sinful world!—and sad, because he missed his heavenly kindred! Now, at the death-hour, he stands up before you! He bids you look again at Hester’s scarlet letter! He tells you, that, with all its mysterious horror, it is but the shadow of what he bears on his own breast, and that even this, his own red stigma, is no more than the type of what has seared his inmost heart! Stand any here that question God’s judgment on a sinner? Behold! Behold a dreadful witness of it!”
With a convulsive motion he tore away the ministerial band from before his breast. It was revealed! But it were irreverent to describe that revelation. For an instant the gaze of the horror-stricken multitude was concentrated on the ghastly miracle; while the minister stood with a flush of triumph in his face, as one who, in the crisis of acutest pain, had won a victory. Then, down he sank upon the scaffold! Hester partly raised him, and supported his head against her bosom. Old Roger Chillingworth knelt down beside him, with a blank, dull countenance, out of which the life seemed to have departed.
“Thou hast escaped me!” he repeated more than once. “Thou hast escaped me!”
“May God forgive thee!” said the minister. “Thou, too, hast deeply sinned!”
The only thing that consoles us for our miseries is diversion, and yet this is the greatest of our miseries. For it is this which principally hinders us from reflecting upon ourselves, and which makes us insensibly ruin ourselves. Without this we should be in a state of weariness, and this weariness would spur us on to seek a more solid means of escaping from it. But diversion amuses us, and leads us, gradually and without ever adverting to it, to death.Pascal
Thank you, Digg. It’s been so hard moving on since your passing, and now that I have your approval, I know its safe to love again. Rest in peace, my beloved.