Dinner with the family

Your bones don’t break, mine do. That’s clear. Your cells react to bacteria differently. You don’t get sick, I do. But for some reason you and I react the exact same way to water. We swallow it too fast, we choke. We get some in our lungs, we drown. However unreal it may seem, we are connected, you and I. We’re on the same curve, just on opposite ends.


Like you, I used to think the world was this great place where everybody lived by the same standards I did, then some kid with a nail showed me I was living in his world, a world where chaos rules not order, a world where righteousness is not rewarded. That’s Cesar’s world, and if you’re not willing to play by his rules, then you’re gonna have to pay the price.

You think water moves fast? You should see ice. It moves like it has a mind. Like it knows it killed the world once and got a taste for murder. After the avalanche, it took us a week to climb out. Now, I don’t know exactly when we turned on each other, but I know that seven of us survived the slide… and only five made it out. Now we took an oath, that I’m breaking now. We said we’d say it was the snow that killed the other two, but it wasn’t. Nature is lethal but it doesn’t hold a candle to man.

Drew Strojny
  1. James

    She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

    • Drew Strojny

      A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

  2. Lucas

    The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

  3. Jamie

    Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

    • Vince

      Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

  4. Alice

    And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.

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