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Fact is truth,
Truth is misleading,
Time is a metaphorical truth.
If this truth were written upon a blackboard,
And someone handed you,
An eraser and the chalk,
What would you do?

Do you ever wonder about death? I believe you may find it interesting to know that Edgar Allan Poe was far more than just a poet. He was, on nights of the proper type, a Lacerta (latin for lizard). The way these creatures work is something like that of the way a werewolf works. The difference here is that instead of changing on the full moon, they change when the moon phase in the sky is the same as it was the night the individual was attacked. When Poe was only about three, his family was attacked by a Lacerta from Brazil that came here as a young man, looking for a better life. Anyway, he attacked his family around four o’clock in the morning. His mother was attacked and killed by the beast (for they usually kill by feasting upon a being’s memories. During this process the lungs fill up with liquid, which is why people suspect that she died of pneumonia). Poe’s father was attacked by the creature with brutal force (for unknown reasons. Some say that the beast could not consume his memories), and was cut by the creature along his back. Poe’s father then killed the creature to save his family, but not before it sliced little poe’s left cheek (only the top layer of skin was sliced, otherwise it would have scarred). Poe’s father died a couple of days later due to infection from the cut.

But that is not what this story is all about, for that was only the beginning of Edgar’s terrible life. Poe grew up as a confused little child. Every night, he saw the event (described above) recurring in his mind while he slept. And every time the moon shone just right, Poe turned. He was different than most Lacertas’ though, for (like werewolves) they cannot control their actions. Poe however, could. Every night on the same moon phase as that of which his family was attacked, he would lock himself in his room, and listen to the thousands of tiny voices (the voices of generations of Lacertas, whose lives have passed and ended) that were now in his head, telling him to go and hunt... But he couldn’t. He knew that if he did, he would be able to destroy the entire town that he lived in, for when Edgar turned, even as a small boy, he was the size half the entire room, that he slept in. It is still a wonder in my mind how the floor beneath him held his weight. So he sat there upon those night, and listened.

He went his entire life, living like this. Hiding in the shadows, holding back the urge to kill. For although it may be thought otherwise, Poe never killed a living creature. Until one day, he set a goal to destroy the beast that killed his family. Here is how it started.

It was that night again. He went upstairs to lock himself in his room, when he heard a dog begin to bark. He couldn’t help it any longer. He ran down the stairs, and out the door. There the dog sat, rolling around in the muddy street.  Edgar stopped. He thought this rather odd for a dog to be doing at ten o’clock at night, especially considering the fact that it was 13 degrees fahrenheit.

    Suddenly, the dog stops squirming. It stopped, and lay still. Edgar slowly started moving forward toward the small creature. He finally stood leaning over it, to realize that it had the long cuts down its side. He sniffed, and didn’t like what he smelled. The scent he caught, was that of another lacerta. He looked back down at the creature just in time to see the cuts close up. Poe instantly knew what this meant. He turned and began to run back to the house, but he stumbled and fell, for he had forgotten to walk on all fours. He rolled over to see that the dog had gotten back up. It was larger now. The entire time, the creature just kept getting bigger and bigger. The transformation finally stopped.

The creature now stood six and a half feet tall (which was still quite short, for edgar was a cumbersome eleven feet tall). It had a long, spiny tail, with what appeared to be a trident head on the end. It had sprouted deep black scales, that of which were long, slender, and about two inches thick. It’s ears had each turned into a single, razor sharp scale upon each side of its head, pointing straight up at the moon.

Edgar stood, and the beast sat. Edgar gave a low growl, and the beast lay down. He said “up”, and the creature stood. Edgar then turned, and began walking away. The dog followed. Edgar then realised that he could use this to his advantage. He decided then, that he would keep this dog with him, and use it to help him find, and destroy the beast that killed his family. So from then on, every night that the moon shone just right, Edgar took his dog and went out to hunt.

One night, when edgar and his minion had gone out, the skies began to stir. They changed. Clouds came in and filled the sky and moon with darkness. Yet edgar and his dog remained. They heard a deep growl coming from a nearby ally. From the way the growl came out, it sounded almost as though the creature was in disbelief. Then, something began crawling out of the ally.

“Edgar?”

The voice grumbled. Edgar looked at the creature to see that it was another Lacerta. But there was something else. 

To be continued

The Life of the (Very Unhappy) Mad Hatter

From Beginning to (Very Unhappy) End

Hello. It is me. I am The Mad Hatter. This is the story of my life from beginning, to its very unhappy end. You might ask how this is possible. How can I write a story about my life from beginning to end? Well the answer to this is really quite simple (and quite clever as well). For you see, it is really my good friend the cheshire cat that is writing this story. Although I am gone, he can still hear me, and see me. And so it is that he writes this story for me, word for word. 

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We are five,
We are one,
We are the trusted ones,
We were once thirteen,
Master decided who he trusted,
We are those he did,
They are those he didn’t,
They are locked up,
At least for now,
The keys are being edged closer,
And closer,
Day by day,
We cannot stop it,
It cannot be helped,
With each wrong move we make,
They draw ever nearer to escape.

The main character in this story is Edgar Allan Poe, And he is having serious issues getting along with a roommate in college.
Yep. That’s right. Messie had done it again; left her plate of spaghetti  in the fridge. She did the same thing every day, and we were all getting sick of it. So I decided that I was going to stay out of this. I decided that instead of complaining to Messie, that I would just start leaving my leftover food on the plate in the kitchen. I tried this method for two whole months, and it didn’t work. What was I to do? So then i decide to try a new idea. I got all the others together to vote and deliver the news to Messie that if she didn't stop leaving a mess, we would throw all her food out every day. She just shrugged her shoulders and said,

“Okay.”

Suddenly I exploded. I started yelling at her, asking her to explain why she can’t see the dirty dish and food wrappers on the counter and unwrapped plate in the refrigerator as a mess, while the rest of us do. She looked up and simply said,

“I do Edgar. I just don’t want to clean it up.”

That’s when I flew off my rocker. I jumped up, grabbed messy by the arm, dragged her down the hall, and locked her in the coat closet with a magpie that my dog brought in from outside. I haven’t heard from her since.

"Its better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, then to open your mouth and remove all doubt." 
It is unknown exactly who it was that said this, but it doesn't matter. From now on, I'm making this one of my slogans.

He's back,
He's here,
The hooded man returns,
Watching your every move,
He knows you,
He knows me,
That doesn't mean he cares,
Oh what difference does it make,
The time is close,
He draws ever nearer,
To ripping out our souls,
He lies in the shadows,
Ever hungering to take a life,
Ever thirsting to drink his victims blood,
His name is death,
And he's coming,
For you,
For me,
That doesn't mean he cares.

Fear. He lives in the air, the ground, and everywhere around you. He is constantly watching your every move. He follows you everywhere you go. Fear. He hates you, and everyone you know. He knows who you are, who you were, and who you will become. Fear. He and his companions are always watching. Anger is his brother, and Sorrow is his slave.  Together they fight to destroy mankind. Can they be defeated? They can, but only if you can find them.

The words that I had spoken just three days earlier rang through my ears. I could see the whole thing, playing back in my mind.

“I’ll take it. how much?”

I had said.

“$460,000.”

“Alright. here you go.”

I remember saying as I handed him the check.

And then I remember the fearful look in his eyes as he ran backwards to his car. The thing that I remember best though was what I saw in the window that he appeared to be watching as he ran. How could I not remember it. For it was this very same creature that had been crouching over me just then.. That thought brought me back to the present moment.

“What do you... want from... me”

I gasped.

“Only for you to stop screaming and listen. I mean, honesty, I haven't heard screams like this since my mother woke up George Washington because his troops were under attack.”

It was a magnificent creature filled with startlingly frightening beauty. It had scales, the color of freshly cut grass. It looked kind-of like a … well, I actually can’t relate it to anything I’d ever seen before. It stood about eight and a half feet tall. It looked to have a bone structure like that of a … werewolf, I suppose. It had wings about six feet tall on either side of her back (And yes, I do believe it was female), with a wingspan of maybe thirteen feet, and a long-ish snout, with the black nose of a dog. It’s eyes were about as big as the pit of a large avocado, with about the same shape. They were the color of sand. it’s ears were pointed and faced back like a dog lays it’s ears back when it knows it’s done something wrong, and it spoke in an accent that was almost French, but not quite.

I was shocked to hear it speak in a language that I could understand. I decided not to respond for fear that it might start screaming again. after about two minutes it backed off and sat down on the sofa.

“Now”

It began.

“You just moved into this house. You didn’t know what it was that made the previous owner so scared of the house. Now you do. He had only been here for two hours before he realized that there was someone else here. As soon as he realized this he called out for me to show myself, and so I did. He instantly ran outside and called the former owner, the one before him, and tried to talk him into taking the house back. He refused. Because he was so scared he decided to sell the house. Now you live here. What I want to know is, are you going to stay?”

I hesitantly replied,

“I- I suppose.”

“Good.”

it replied.

“Do you have a name?”

I asked.

“A what?”

I was slightly surprised at this creature’s response. It looked so knowing, so knowledgeable. And yet here it was, Asking me what a name is.

“What are you called?”

I finally said.

“Oh... I... A name.”

It paused, as though it’s brain went into a working hibernation. After a couple minutes, It softly said,

“I don’t have a name.”

I was, once again, shocked by this creatures response.

“Well then,”

I began.

“What shall we call you?”

“... Jackie.”

she finally replied.

“Jackie it is then. So, what exactly are-”

“NO!”

She yelled.

“Alright, sorry. How long have you been here?”

I asked.

“... I was born where this house now stands. I left when I was three, went to France, stayed there for a couple hundred years. After that I traveled around and saw all the other civilizations that stood at the time. Then I came back here about three thousand years ago. Got tired of being here, so I went back to what is now Germany. Then when I came back here, to discover that this house had been built. Now it’s my home.”

I was curious by this point.

“So how old are you?”

I asked.

“... 4,256.”

"Oh wow. Forgive my saying so, but... Ur old."

I said. Once I had said this I instantly remember having done so, for I found myself pinned to a wall, almost five feet off the ground.

"I'm sorry."

I tried to apologize.

"You'd better be. Otherwise I'll..."

She stopped and dropped me, almost as though she had been hurt.

“You alright?”

I had to ask.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just...”

She paused.

“I... well, my father, he...”

“Yes?”

I pushed...

"He was killed. I remember his murderer holding him against a wall like that."

With this I found I was rather shocked.

"Oh. I'm sorry I-"

"Please. Don't appologize. I just...”

http://www.poemuseum.org/works-raven.php

I'm stuck on this. writers block. tell me what ya think. (P.S. each different color is a different person speaking.)

The Guardian

I was sent here, after death to this mere and wretched planet.  I arrived as one of the firs ten … humans (?) here. Well, you see… we weren’t really human. At least not quite yet. We, the dragons got here by means of … shall we say, hmm. I suppose you could call it old fashion teleportation. When we arrived here the particular location put us in a situation where we had about half an hour before dawn. Being as we came from a planet with no sun we didn’t know quite what to be expecting. We were all quite surprised when we all found ourselves ducking for cover behind the trees that we had rather conveniently been situated in front of.  The sunlight burnt our flesh as though you people think vampire flesh would be. We then weaved our way carefully through the trees to a cave at the outer Northern edge of the forest. We hid there until night fall. When the sun set we finally took upon the form of… humans-ish creatures. Two of the former dragons then wrote a formula of reproduction for the “humans”. Then they tested it. Nine months later Lydia had a child. She named him Adam. Almost immediately Adam fell in love with Eve, (another of our dragonic comrades) who had taken upon the form of a young child. Because Eve Knew she could not be with Adam, she made a sort of … well she formed a statue of herself using clay from the riverbed. She then added a piece of her soul to the statue. The statue then became a humanoid and mortal Eve. The rest of us left them removing any memory of us ever having been in their lives. We then went on living. Yes, we did change form yet again. We became what are now known as, gargoyles. In this new form we watched the humans live and develop for millennia. To this day, those same nine gargoyles lay scattered across this world watching the humans from atop buildings. I on the other hand decided to become once more a human. I now live in and among them aging to a certain age and then once more taking upon a new form. I still keep in contact with my former associates. However old this planet gets they always look the same every time I visit them. I wonder how they can live the way they do, and they wonder how I can live the way I do. I have found it difficult to go on after watching so many live and die in my lives. Yet I’ll do what needs to be done to protect the humans. I have figured out how to walk in sunlight. I just need to merely make the transformation in becoming human complete. I just needed to add one merely vital organ. Humans call it a heart.

Chapter two-ish

“But what do you mean I can’t go on like this?!”

Eve calmly replies, “I mean Nosiop(No-soy-p. The main enemy of our particular group of dragons) is on his way here now to destroy you. Not us Dniw (dew), but you.”

“This is exactly why I must remain ‘human’.”

I insisted.

Emit walks into the room with Erif, and Retaw.

“He’s right Eve. We must change and walk amongst the humans.” Emit says.

“But why?”

Eve asked in a really whiney voice.

“Because. If Nosiop is coming than we must hide.”

Erif replied.

Haed then entered the room. Everything suddenly became cold and dark. We all froze.

“I mussssssst dissssssagreeeee. I think that we should all ssssstayyyyy here until he arrivesss ssssooo I can sssssteal all your worthlesss sssouls for your power.”

“Haed I know that you may control death and all that good stuff, but under no circumstances will you get my soul when I die.”

I coldly replied.

“We shall see.”

She counteracted with a little maniacal grin. Then she dissipated into the cool night fog of Paris’s sewers.

After some time Emit broke the silence.

“I really don’t care who else comes, but Erif, Retaw, Dniw, and I will be leaving.”

“Wait. I’m coming with you.”

Helyome(heal-ee-ome) quickly insisted.

“Me too.”

Lydia added.

“If Dniw is going. Then so am I.”

Elizubeth slurred.

A long pause overcame our little congregation.

After what seemed like hours Lydia asked,

“What does Dniw’s presence have anything to do with your participation?”

“Lydia asked.”

“Oh, Well I thought you all knew.”

Elizubeth said sheepishly.

“Knew what?!”

Erif snapped.

“Don’t yell at my daughter Erif. I apologize. It’s my fault. I should have told you before.”

I quickly spat.

“You- woe wait. Your daughter!?”

Retaw suddenly blurted out.

“Yes. Sorry daddy. I thought-”

“It’s alright Lizzy. It’s my fault. I should have told them.”

“No Dniw. I should have told them.”

“WHAT!?”

Everyone yelled in unison.

“Marble oomph whap- huh?”

Lutatyome began to mutter.

“Umph. Hmm? What’s all this ruckus about?”

“Go back to sssleeeeep Mr. Lutetium.”

We heard Haed’s disembodied voice whisper.

  “Sleep hmm? Yes, that’s what I want. Sleeph- Zzzzz …”

“Connntinue.”

All of a sudden the room got that kind off comfortable warm that you feel when your mom hugs you after an older sibling calls you a stupid ****. And although he spoke loudly, his voice was calm. Levo, the lord dragon said;

“SILENCE!!!”

“Now. Dniw. I do not believe that you did anything wrong here. Nor you Eve. Lizzy, you are in NO trouble whatsoever.”

“However… If everyone else will be QUIET for just a moment!”

“My lord. What brings you into our acquaintances?”

“You. And everyone else that is getting after these… people, for mere mistakes that did truly nothing more than bring you here together.

“Now granted, little Lizzy here isn’t Dniw’s only child.”

“WHA-”

“Now now. You can’t blame him. Emit has a child. Erif, you have two. Retaw has four. Haed has seven hundred- ninety seven.

“So you see. We all make mistakes.”

“My lord. May I kindly interrupt you and ask who dniws other children are? Or child.”

“He has only one other child. His name is Latem. He is one of you. He too is one of the head power holders.”

“Who is the mother?”

“I am. It happened years ago. I didn’t really think…”

“Think what Lydia?”

“I… I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t think. That’s all.”

“Levo. If the mother is not one of the head power holders, then how can they give birth to a dragon that holds power over an element like that?”

“I’m not exactly sure.”

Definitely A New Chapter

And so it was that they all agreed to temporarily become “human”. That is… all but one of us (Not including Haed. She doesn’t count). We decided to awaken Lutatyome and see what he wanted to do.

“So you say your all going hmm? Yes well… I suppose… Why are you going?”

“They are going to try to avoid making contact with Nosiop.”

“Yes well, hmm. I see. No, I’ll stay and try to throw him off track.”

“No. nobody is stayin-”

“Dniw. this is what he wants to do. This is what he was meant to do. He’ll succeed in delaying him at least. Unfortunately…”

“Unfortunately what, My lord?”

“This event will completely remove Lutatyome from the situation.”

“Sir. What exactly do you mean by… completely?”

“I… oh. Welll…”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to say this but… Nosiop intends to bring a timeater with him”

“Truly? You mean it?”

“Yes. Why, correct me if I’m wrong but, you sound ecstatic about the idea of being claimed by a timeater.”

“That is correct my lord”

“But I-”

“If you plan on getting out of here before Nossssoip arrivesss then I sssuggesssst you leave. GO! Before it becomesss too late.”

“You heard the woman! Let’s get outa here.”

“Too late for that.”

Came a voice from behind us. We all spun around to see Nosiop. Levo snapped his fingers and said teasingly.

“Have fun.”