100 words

100 words?

do you even know how small a write up of one hundred words is?

i was a squrrel, running on the trees in the upper Ramtops when Nanny Ogg converted me into a lovely damsel that seduced the king and is now queen of Lancre

I am the beast inside HAL that morphed into physical form when my last passenger left me and now i roam in search of those that installed the monoliths on my home moon

i am the last spark of mordor within which the ring buried its evil power and now i float on, ever burning seeking a cool flower to embed my spark in.

I am the avenger of Torts that struck wonderland and killed the queen (off with her head! i said) and i am at this very moment seeking a way in through your looking glass

i am the ghost of the past. that sells you the absense of fake turkeys and bathes you in false ideals to invoke guilty consciences in the name of a dread demon.

i am poverty personified i am the reason you asked for more and got nothing. i am the cause of your Twisted life; through all the dust, grease and grime of London

I am the seaman tht killed the whale that got immortalized because i killed him. That Dick.

I am the prick. that caused Man Friday to leave only a single footprint on the beach cos he was too busy hopping. he hopped on a tree and waited for his master to come bend over below him

i am steel. steel beneath skin that made the greatest of them all from nothing to rule the world in the heavyweight championship ring.

i am the beast that proweled the misty nights and gave the poor Count a bad name; and gave your girlfriends shivers and frights

i am no one. nothing if i cannot describe myself so that i can be seen. if i do not scream you do not see, you are blind and i am compelled to boast and reveal myself naked beneath spotlights to make you see me.

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