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I will bridge the gap between today and tomorrow, with this newspaper pirates hat and this wooden sword I borrowed. I put on my favorite red PJ's the ones that cover my feet. I close the curtains and lock the door, so mom and dad can't save me. I put all my toys in the toy box, and lock it down tight. He is clever but I am smart, he's not using my friends against me tonight. The only one left out is teddy, the bear with only one eye. He is the oldest of all my friends, it is good that he is willing to die. I turn off the purple dog night light, I will need the element of surprise. He will give away his position with his breathing and glowing eyes. The backdrop changes, I am six foot four, my blade is curved and razor sharp. In its cave I have crept, I am here to cut out it's heart. In the dark I stand, the bear is next to me. I dig for courage in the face of fear, to be the warrior I have to be. "You have hunted me all my life, and I'm standing here to say. I have my red armor on tonight, and only one of us walks away" The creature moves like a nightmare, I slice and hear it scream. Black blood follows the path of my weapon, as it surged closer to me. With a perfect stroke, I hear it gnash and whimper. With my blade dripping black, I turned it into a pez dispenser. This little boy in red pajamas had bridged the darkness, it will echo through his years. This little boy with wooden courage, had killed the demon called fear.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
Wooden Courage
I will bridge the gap between today and tomorrow, with this newspaper pirates hat and this wooden sword I borrowed. I put on my favorite red PJ's the ones that cover my feet. I close the curtains and lock the door, so mom and dad can't save me. I put all my toys in the toy box, and lock it down tight. He is clever but I am smart, he's not using my friends against me tonight. The only one left out is teddy, the bear with only one eye. He is the oldest of all my friends, it is good that he is willing to die. I turn off the purple dog night light, I will need the element of surprise. He will give away his position with his breathing and glowing eyes. The backdrop changes, I am six foot four, my blade is curved and razor sharp. In its cave I have crept, I am here to cut out it's heart. In the dark I stand, the bear is next to me. I dig for courage in the face of fear, to be the warrior I have to be. "You have hunted me all my life, and I'm standing here to say. I have my red armor on tonight, and only one of us walks away" The creature moves like a nightmare, I slice and hear it scream. Black blood follows the path of my weapon, as it surged closer to me. With a perfect stroke, I hear it gnash and whimper. With my blade dripping black, I turned it into a pez dispenser. This little boy in red pajamas had bridged the darkness, it will echo through his years. This little boy with wooden courage, had killed the demon called fear.
-RoTh-
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
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