Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too tight.Panicked beats in his heart race;Clownish colour adorns his face,His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.***"Halloween" -->Based on. She then placed it over her head letting the altered capsule slide between her breasts and out of sight. Just then, a shout alerted her to the presence of a staff member as he entered from another adjoining room."Hey! What are you doing in here? This is a restricted area," he shouted."Oh? Sorry, I just wandered in, as the door was unlocked. I didn't see any sign on the door," Angela calmly replied.Scowling, the man went over to the door, examining it closely. Seeing that indeed the handle. " She knocked the ashes off her cigarette and asked me, "Were you ever afraid you'd die and go to hell?"I inhaled and blew out with a bitter huff. "There is no hell," I said. I told her I'd never felt that we were wrong; it was everyone else who was wrong.She said, looking down as if remembering, "I was always afraid." Afraid of what?" I don't know," she said, absently and sadly. She paused. She rubbed her shins and then fiddled with her toenails. "I was afraid of a lot of things. But, then, I. ... I fell asleep. Morning comes, I'm up first and I start peeking around. I find Brian and Zoe in a deep sleep together with legs intertwined. Wow. And in their sleep they looked perfect together.Ken stayed awake longer than I. He told me of what he heard and expressed some displeasure in his baby sister being "such a slut". I got on him about that since she is no more of a slut than I. I learned the double standard is alive an well in male dominated Ghana society.Zoe filled me in on.Read More
