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Rudolph: Reindeer of TragedyRudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose
and if you ever saw it
you would even say it glows.
Ok, so we've basically set up Rudolph here as the Protagonist. We've done the polite thing and pointed out his freakish abnormality as soon as possible. Also i'm not a fan of the whole "if you ever saw it" line, are they telling us what to think here? Do they give us no credit to make a judgement of this aesthetic problem?
All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names
What names?! Nose face was my best attempt in less than three minutes. If Rudolph is this thin skinned, he'd have offed himself long ago or spend most of his time putting black makeup on his nose and being all Emo on Myspace. [oddly enough, this line is stuck in italics]
they never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games.
Thanks for informing us that he's a "poor" reindeer, as if there was ever a situation where being called names and being isolated was ever a fun thing. What are
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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