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I wait in a crowded space with mud for a floor and cages for walls, the stench of excrement befouling my nostrils. My mother is at my side and her rapid fast breaths panic me even more. My brother is to my other side, silent and unmoving. He is trying to act tough because he is the eldest, but I know he is petrified just like the rest of us. The dim light that breaks through the bars lights up his soft pink face and I can see him twitching softly, watching and awaiting the inevitable.
I hear the creak of the door opening and the soft sound of boots padding across the supple ground. A bearded man opens the caged wall and grabs my mother by her legs and drags her screaming from the muddy prison we have been kept in. After a short panicked silence my brother and I hear a deafening squeal of terror and, pushing our eyes to the bars, we behold the same gut-wrenching sight. My mother hung upside down by her legs and the bearded man tearing her stomach lining with a large silver blade.
I watch in a trance as he removed her organs one by one and then takes her down and lays her on a cold slab, her dead eyes staring vacantly towards me. The man cleans the bloody blade on a rag and then comes towards the cage again. The door groans as it opens and this time it is my brother who is grabbed by his legs and dragged out. The man stabs two huge hooks through my brother’s legs and leaves him dangling in mid air. He squeals in protest and wriggles but only manages to make the holes in his legs larger. Blood trickles down his pink thighs and panics him even more. The man approaches him and in one swift move cuts his throat with the large knife he is brandishing.
I’m numb with fear; my whole world has been taken away from me. I cower at the back of the dirty cage, shivering in fear and awaiting my imminent death. After what seems like an eternity I hear the door open again and a woman’s voice speaks out, “I hope you haven’t killed that little piglet yet!” The man replies in a gruff voice, “No, but I’ve killed the sow and the bigger pig; they’ll make a nice few pork chops.” The woman lets out a thoughtful “Umm” before continuing; “Well I’m glad you’ve not killed the piglet yet…we’ll fatten him up first.”
I hear the creak of the door opening and the soft sound of boots padding across the supple ground. A bearded man opens the caged wall and grabs my mother by her legs and drags her screaming from the muddy prison we have been kept in. After a short panicked silence my brother and I hear a deafening squeal of terror and, pushing our eyes to the bars, we behold the same gut-wrenching sight. My mother hung upside down by her legs and the bearded man tearing her stomach lining with a large silver blade.
I watch in a trance as he removed her organs one by one and then takes her down and lays her on a cold slab, her dead eyes staring vacantly towards me. The man cleans the bloody blade on a rag and then comes towards the cage again. The door groans as it opens and this time it is my brother who is grabbed by his legs and dragged out. The man stabs two huge hooks through my brother’s legs and leaves him dangling in mid air. He squeals in protest and wriggles but only manages to make the holes in his legs larger. Blood trickles down his pink thighs and panics him even more. The man approaches him and in one swift move cuts his throat with the large knife he is brandishing.
I’m numb with fear; my whole world has been taken away from me. I cower at the back of the dirty cage, shivering in fear and awaiting my imminent death. After what seems like an eternity I hear the door open again and a woman’s voice speaks out, “I hope you haven’t killed that little piglet yet!” The man replies in a gruff voice, “No, but I’ve killed the sow and the bigger pig; they’ll make a nice few pork chops.” The woman lets out a thoughtful “Umm” before continuing; “Well I’m glad you’ve not killed the piglet yet…we’ll fatten him up first.”
Are they lyrics possum?
When you read this / I will not be the same
I have let my true form show
this is my last / lost in all my guilt
for letting you fall / understand it wasn't me
but I can't dream without showing intentions
as I ask these questions / where were you
now I can't see through your eyes
I remember the day the sun went out
It halted all progression with all its beauty
it just sacrificed / we fell apart
Sincerely yours I've disowned you [x3]
Sincerely yours I've disowned us
I have let my true form show
this is my last / lost in all my guilt
for letting you fall / understand it wasn't me
but I can't dream without showing intentions
as I ask these questions / where were you
now I can't see through your eyes
I remember the day the sun went out
It halted all progression with all its beauty
it just sacrificed / we fell apart
Sincerely yours I've disowned you [x3]
Sincerely yours I've disowned us
Pretty good and in depth.
Goes especially well when listening to the last half of the song
' Slice Paper Wrists ' by Poison The Well : )
Goes especially well when listening to the last half of the song
' Slice Paper Wrists ' by Poison The Well : )
Kyz21 wrote:
> He is trying to act tough because
> he is the eldest, but I know he is petrified just like the rest of
> us.
Muh? MUH?
Hehe
> He is trying to act tough because
> he is the eldest, but I know he is petrified just like the rest of
> us.
Muh? MUH?
Hehe
Cyclone wrote:
> Et why is a pig acting like a human?
>
> Eh? EH?
Haven't you seen Babe ?
> Et why is a pig acting like a human?
>
> Eh? EH?
Haven't you seen Babe ?
Et why is a pig acting like a human?
Eh? EH?
Eh? EH?
Nice. *thums up*.
But how'd you know pigs understand English huh? huh!? HUH!?
But how'd you know pigs understand English huh? huh!? HUH!?
Actually, what is it with all these stories?
And killing?
And killing?
Well that was the biggest laod of tosh I've read in a while.....
Enough about my Shakespeare homework, onto the story. Saved by a fat (probably) woman with a moustache (probably). I knew it was about the pigs from the start, but descriptions were suitably shocking, even knowing this. Interesting perspective on a pigglets life as he see's his family killed.
Well done.
:)
Enough about my Shakespeare homework, onto the story. Saved by a fat (probably) woman with a moustache (probably). I knew it was about the pigs from the start, but descriptions were suitably shocking, even knowing this. Interesting perspective on a pigglets life as he see's his family killed.
Well done.
:)
I wait in a crowded space with mud for a floor and cages for walls, the stench of excrement befouling my nostrils. My mother is at my side and her rapid fast breaths panic me even more. My brother is to my other side, silent and unmoving. He is trying to act tough because he is the eldest, but I know he is petrified just like the rest of us. The dim light that breaks through the bars lights up his soft pink face and I can see him twitching softly, watching and awaiting the inevitable.
I hear the creak of the door opening and the soft sound of boots padding across the supple ground. A bearded man opens the caged wall and grabs my mother by her legs and drags her screaming from the muddy prison we have been kept in. After a short panicked silence my brother and I hear a deafening squeal of terror and, pushing our eyes to the bars, we behold the same gut-wrenching sight. My mother hung upside down by her legs and the bearded man tearing her stomach lining with a large silver blade.
I watch in a trance as he removed her organs one by one and then takes her down and lays her on a cold slab, her dead eyes staring vacantly towards me. The man cleans the bloody blade on a rag and then comes towards the cage again. The door groans as it opens and this time it is my brother who is grabbed by his legs and dragged out. The man stabs two huge hooks through my brother’s legs and leaves him dangling in mid air. He squeals in protest and wriggles but only manages to make the holes in his legs larger. Blood trickles down his pink thighs and panics him even more. The man approaches him and in one swift move cuts his throat with the large knife he is brandishing.
I’m numb with fear; my whole world has been taken away from me. I cower at the back of the dirty cage, shivering in fear and awaiting my imminent death. After what seems like an eternity I hear the door open again and a woman’s voice speaks out, “I hope you haven’t killed that little piglet yet!” The man replies in a gruff voice, “No, but I’ve killed the sow and the bigger pig; they’ll make a nice few pork chops.” The woman lets out a thoughtful “Umm” before continuing; “Well I’m glad you’ve not killed the piglet yet…we’ll fatten him up first.”
I hear the creak of the door opening and the soft sound of boots padding across the supple ground. A bearded man opens the caged wall and grabs my mother by her legs and drags her screaming from the muddy prison we have been kept in. After a short panicked silence my brother and I hear a deafening squeal of terror and, pushing our eyes to the bars, we behold the same gut-wrenching sight. My mother hung upside down by her legs and the bearded man tearing her stomach lining with a large silver blade.
I watch in a trance as he removed her organs one by one and then takes her down and lays her on a cold slab, her dead eyes staring vacantly towards me. The man cleans the bloody blade on a rag and then comes towards the cage again. The door groans as it opens and this time it is my brother who is grabbed by his legs and dragged out. The man stabs two huge hooks through my brother’s legs and leaves him dangling in mid air. He squeals in protest and wriggles but only manages to make the holes in his legs larger. Blood trickles down his pink thighs and panics him even more. The man approaches him and in one swift move cuts his throat with the large knife he is brandishing.
I’m numb with fear; my whole world has been taken away from me. I cower at the back of the dirty cage, shivering in fear and awaiting my imminent death. After what seems like an eternity I hear the door open again and a woman’s voice speaks out, “I hope you haven’t killed that little piglet yet!” The man replies in a gruff voice, “No, but I’ve killed the sow and the bigger pig; they’ll make a nice few pork chops.” The woman lets out a thoughtful “Umm” before continuing; “Well I’m glad you’ve not killed the piglet yet…we’ll fatten him up first.”