"The bird of Hermes is my name
Eating my wings to keep me tame
From broken bodies blood is shed/ soon to become ghouls undead
The bird of Hermes shall come soon/ be it morning, evening, afternoon
The bird of Hermes feeds on fright/ soon blood shall stain the wicked night
The bird of Hermes will devour/ His enemies in the midnight hour
The bird of Hermes is my name
Eating my wings to keep me tame
The night shall soon be stained with red/ your army lies bleeding and dead
Their bodies shall indeed rise soon/ and join the song Bird's dark platoon
And you shall learn to live in night/ obeying ghouls made to fight
The blood shall be a ghastly shower/ the bird's enemies shall run and cower
The Bird of Hermes is my name
Eating my wings to keep me tame"
"Interesting..."
It would seem I was at the edge of forming a nasty habit, an unhealthy taste for the abstractly morbid.
Morbid. An abnormal interest in disturbing and unpleasant subjects.
Everything had a sense of morbidity these days. The sheep had worn being normal out. Everything was a condition, syndrome or traumatic reflex.
"Alright Mr Atkins here's your sheet. You're probably late for the first one but I'm sure they'll understand. Just let whoever's there know I sent you'
A bit older than you'd expect this one.
I say that but it wasn't too bad a thing, she had a healthy dash of crow's feet that crinkled when she smiled and she seemed the type of person to smile a lot. Probably unmarried. There was a joy there that couldn't exist when forced to serve some local narrow minded Neanderthal every day.
Action.
"Thank you Mrs Fletcher"
"Oh dear child, I know it's strange but it's actually Miss"
Called it.
"I could have sworn" simulating facial expressions came easily. Shock was child's play
"The men must be blind!" I furrowed my brows
Gotta sell it
Her laugh was pleasant "thank you child" she leaned in with a fire in her eye
"Not so much blind as stupid my dear boy. Wouldn't be caught dead tied to one of these idiots"
She chuckled and leaned back into her chair
"Now off with you. You're late as it is"
"Goodbye Miss Fletcher" I yelled as I walked out. It felt good to let my face go slack again. The smile fell into a bland line, my eyebrows relaxed and I played with it till I got my gait back to normal. She was okay. It would be best to have her around for information. She'd be quick to answer the quirky nice kid.
Although it was unfortunate she had to use that phrase
Disgusting
I had the urge to spit.
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Beautifully Convoluted Delusions
Teen Fiction"There's always order to the chaos and only lies decide whats true. Everything we say could mean every other possible thing and to be honest its all very tiring" I turned to face her "in the end Life's a beautiful dream, but we didn't fall asleep b...
