Starlow-FTW

The darkness was blinding, the silence deafening, but the tension was thick as muck.  Guilermo was led by the legionary through a dark and murky hallway, the dripping ceiling barely grazing his head while each step he took kicked up dirt.  Guilermo felt the urge to hold the back of his head, as the spot where he had hit his head was pulsing.  When did he hit his head, anyways?  Minutes ago?  Hours?  Though Guilermo had been knocked out, he remembered first being dragged away from his prison by the legionary, although he wasn't completely aware.  Even at that moment, each drip from the leaking ceiling which splashed on his head woke him up lit

There is a limeric I know for you; it's as true as the sky is blue. For once there was a boy named Jimmy his hair curly brown and skin like snow. He was walking from school on a still winter day when he passed by the house of old Mrs. Flo. He staggered under the weight of his bag full of books and leaned on the fence of the old lady. The door creaked and out she leaked waving her cane with a loud shriek. "Stay away from this house or regret it for good!" She swore and spat, shaking the hood. Jimmy stuck his tongue out at the old little lady when her angry chihuahua appeared, all in a frenzy.   He chewed and he chomped, and didn't let go, you