Hello again, as you all know by now my name is Lin and I have been a reader here on fanfiction going on 5 years now. Because on my joy of reading other peoples stories I began to write my own but I am now starting to realize that I do not have the talent of being able to write stories. Through I have many doubts in myself there have been people willing to read and favorite my stories. This has made me happier that you can imagine. But as much as I love the comments and adds of others the there been a problem. The stupid, idiotic thing called school which is supposed to teach me the ways of B.S I will never use in the next years of my life have over loaded me with work, again. Hopefully for both our sakes the English teacher will give another creative project which I will write but it will be too graphic for the teacher to use, again. So by the power in me I Lin, again apologize for the long update waits and the short chapters, but please continue reading. :)

death wants more death, and its webs are full:
I would brush the corpses of flies
their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
only to spin and flit
in that second larger than hell or heaven
onto the edge of the ledge,
and then the spider from his dank hole
nervous and exposed
the puff of body swelling
hanging there
not really quite knowing,
and then knowing-
the first hushed spider-sucking:
filling its sack
upon this thing that lived;
crouching there upon its back
drawing its certain blood
and I hurl the broom against them:
the spider dull with spider-anger
still thinking of its prey
and waving an amazed broken leg;
I shake the killer loose
towards some dark corner
but I intercept his dawdling
his crawling like some broken hero,
and the straws smash his legs
now waving
above his head
and looking
looking for the enemy
and somewhat valiant,
dying without apparent pain
piece by piece
leaving nothing there
until at last the red gut sack
splashes
its secrets,
and I run child-like
with God's anger a step behind,
as the world goes by
with curled smile
if anyone else
saw or sensed my crime

Charles Bukowski (edited by me :) but not mine...)