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No, next was my turn. I would be the next target. It can't happen.
He will count to 5 and chop my other leg. One was already amputated.
I ran in the direction of the wind, away from him.
But he was fast. He grabbed my legs in one solid grip and straightened me on the surface.
I could see that sharpened blade of the saw. It will be torturous.
He had a method. First, scrape the skin then, sharpen the bone. Later, assume us as treasures of the slaughterhouse hall of fame.
It isn't fair that I'm born Staedtler.
- Category: General / Misc
10 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
I know Stædtler... I feel I’m near to understanding it... the title helps (I think).
No! I give up Verity.... elucidate please🤞
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
(I know I’m going to kick myself when I find out!)
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
The pencil(staedtler) is being sharpened, Neville
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Sorry should have written it better
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Ah! Of course... silly me! Absolutely not! You shouldn’t have written it better. It is completely clear now and very good. Brava! And now to kick myself!
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Sarah Oakes over 2 years ago
I like this the personification of the pencil works great. Makes it sad and also makes me want to rethink sharpening pencils now.
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Neville!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Sarah! Sorry for insulating that thought . But please continue your art!!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Sarah, on the note of personification if your fine with grisly stuff, I wrote a drabble a few days back "dexterity". You could read if you want.
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Christopher!
