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With great power comes great need to take a nap, Wake me up later- Nico Di Angelo ( The Last Olympian )

What if when Gandalf said “Flee you fools” in the fellowship at the bridge of Khazad Dûm in Moria he actually meant “Fly you fools” so they shall use the great eagles to get to Mordor?

bro i gotta write an ECR on this book that explains a girl cutting herself...

Boys and girls, it’s nighty-night time! Happy Jake the clown has a nursery rhyme :)

It’s about the boogie woogie man, keep your light on as long as you can. ‘Cause when it cuts off, so does your head! Boogie woogie woogie waits under your bed with a shank, splah! Up through the bottom! Little Jimmy Jimmy? GOT ‘EM!

how many years would it take a monkey in a typewriter to write Shakespeare?

This year in our English class, all the stories we read were about death. The poems are all about depression and dying. In Hindi class we read a whole story about a selfish man who let an orphan freeze to death in the cold. Death does not faze me anymore

Harry potter-Book 4-Chapter 32-page 638 "kill the spare" A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!" A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him; the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he reached. and then it diminished; terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes. Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead. That.. I. Made me cry...

Lament my loss, my labour, and my pain, All ye that hear my woeful plaint and cry. If ever man might once your heart constrain To pity words of right, it should be I That since the time that youth in me did reign My pleasant years to bondage did apply, Which, as it was, I purpose to declare Whereby my friends hereafter may be ware ...

A.I. generated poem:

I found it in an old book, hidden in a dusty shelf A poem that chilled my blood and made me doubt myself It spoke of ancient horrors, of things that lurk in the dark Of secrets best forgotten, of sins that leave a mark

It had no title or author, no date or place of origin But every word was written with a twisted sense of sin It rhymed with eerie precision, it flowed with dreadful grace It drew… Read more