The horror, Part II.


  1. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    You gentlemen who think you have a mission
    To purge us of the seven deadly sins
    Should first sort out the basic food position
    Then start your preaching, that’s where it begins!

    You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
    Should learn, for once, the way the world is run:
    However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell
    Food is the first thing; morals follow on….

    Cliquez ici to sing along.

  2. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    Also: The debasement of the word ‘adult’ continues apace.

  3. notrelatedtoted says

    Just when I think this place is getting too snooty, BAM! Early Times and Tito’s, back to back.

    • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

      ‘You know what you look like to me, with your good books and your cheap booze? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Education’s given you some breadth of vocabulary, but you’re not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Mr Lickona? … All those tedious Kickstarter fumblings in the Catholic weblog ghetto… while you could only dream of getting out… getting anywhere… getting all the way to F… S… G….’

      • Matthew Lickona says

        You see a lot, Commenter. But are you strong enough to point those high-powered comments at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you – why don’t you lay out a story and try drawing what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to.

        • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

          Righto then, have it your own way.


          ‘Augh!’ said Bella. It was her first day as an exchange student at Hogwarts, and she already knew it would be the worst day of her life. As an exchange student, she was given a uniform that had a dark green velvet cloak with a dark orange silk lining, a silk scarf with green and orange stripes, a dark green ruched blouse with sleeves trimmed in delicate orange lace and thin gold chains crisscrossing up the sides, a kicky black skirt with green vines and orange blossoms gracefully embroidered on it, and black suede boots with 8-inch heels and platforms made of green glass with gold sparkles in them and gold buckles in the shape of unicorns. She tripped because she was running down the hallway because she was late for class. The special uniform was astonishingly beautiful, and made Bella look even more enchanting than usual. But she hated wearing it because it made her stand out. Why do people have to be so jealous? She knew they would be… They always were. As the students in a classroom turned around in their normal uniforms to watch her fall, she thought to herself, ‘I wish I was back in America… in Forks… It’s a mistake, why did they pick me? … Everyone here has magic powers… and a cute accent… I don’t belong here…’

          But just before she hit the intricately patterned floor, Bella suddenly felt an arm wrap strongly around her waist. It was solid, like Edward’s, but it was also warm. Strong, warm hands found her shoulders and spun her around. She saw a tie with green and silver stripes… a white dress-shirt pulled tight, so that the graceful muscular chest beneath it seemed to be carved out of living marble… and instead of an ordinary Hogwarts cloak, a long trench coat made of black alligator skin that glistened like glassy river pebbles. Silver armor plates covered his wide shoulders. Bella had to tilt her head back up as far as she could in order to see his face — He must have been seven feet tall! He looked down at her. His hair was raven-colored, but looked blood-red where the light caught it. The only flaw on his face was a deep red scar that curved along his right cheekbone, and it was not ugly. His dark face was shadowed and cold, but for an instant, Bella saw a flash of hidden warmth in his deep, red-flecked purple eyes…

          Then Bella was back on her feet, with her heart racing like a pony. The scarred boy was already disappearing down the hallway, with his black coat and red-black hair streaming behind him. As Bella watched him go, she realized that he was carrying a two long, graceful samurai swords on his back. They were in blood-red covers. They crossed to make a curving ‘X’ on his back. They were almost as tall as he was.


          After class, Bella sat talking with her new friends Lavender and Parvati. They had told Bella how pretty she was, and they said they were impressed by how much she understood about werewolves. But Bella kept worrying. ‘They’re just being nice!’ she said to herself as they talked, ‘or even worse, they’re getting ready to say something mean’, so she didn’t dare to ask them about what had happened in the hallway until it was almost time to get up and start the next class. With the clock ticking down, Bella finally said, ‘I have to ask you about…’ She squeezed her eyes and used all her courage. ‘I have to ask you about what… happened in the hallway. Who was that boy?’ Lavender and Parvati looked at each other. Lavender looked worried, but Parvati smiled slyly.

          ‘He’s dangerous’, said Lavender, reaching over to put her hand on Bella’s knee.

          Parvati had a twinkle in her eye as she leaned in toward Bella. With a saucy smirk, she said in a low voice, ‘His name is Dangelykko Jhin.’

          END OF PART 1.

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