by jabberwock » Fri Aug 02, 2013 9:27 am
Upon arriving home, Terra had expected the worst. Instead, she arrived to an empty house. It was quite eerie as she entered the large detatched. Ghosts from her past began to creep up on her. There was the patch on the carpet that she'd burnt trying a cigarette. There was the hole in the wall where she'd lodged a knife in a fit of fury. Then...there was the last spot she'd seen her brother before his disappearance, when she'd walked out whilst she was supposed to be babysitting him. Her eyes wandered towards the back door, remembering that just outside of that door was where her mother had attempted to kill her. What drew her out of her thoughts was a buzz coming from her phone. Looking down at it, she gave a small smile and quickly texted back. 'Miss you too. I wish I was back there rather than here. Dad isn't here.' She added a couple of kisses as well.
(No formatting because I'm on a cheap, slow phone...)
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis CarrollFanfiction Account 
Jubjub bird
