Palango is Back
"It was an evening like any other. We were out chilling, I, Sean and the other boys.
Taking it easy, talking about school, girls, music, birds and bees and flowers and trees and everything that ever crossed our minds.
We were all, at the time, looked down upon as 'computer-geeks' and familiar with computers and the internet so we all knew about THE blog, Palango, and were all sorry about the way too long break that Mr Gabriel Zazi was taking and Raymond started complaining but stopped as he felt an ice-cold breeze draw over all of us, filling me with a state of mind close to, what I think is, death wishing.
John asked if all the other guys had felt the same chills and death wishes but all agreed that it must have been the weather which, now that summer slowly was advancing towards winter, brought this cold winds.
But we were all curious about the bad mood when, indeed, we were all suddenly so afraid of death.
The light post went out in a -click-
Again the wind howled and its terror made me shiver in fear.
The other light post, further away ticked and spread its weak light and we were far from eased.
Under the light was the silhouette of a man standing still, dressed in nothing, staring at us with his glowing eyes which looked just like small flames.
He started walking toward us getting closer... and closer... And now he was close enough for me to make out every feature and line of his face and I believed that this 'man' before me was the Devil himself!
Slowly he was walking towards me and I could not do anything but stand there like a bag of chips, and now he was close enough for me to see that his eyes really were burning!
Burning in his skull were these terrible little flames.
Much taller than he looked he was leaning before me and I felt his breath to my cold cheeks as he whispered something about the saint and his sin.
He grasped my arm and I fainted.
I woke up lying on the floor with everybody looking down on me and I felt a great pain in my forearm right where that creature touched me.
So I looked at it and burnt into my forearm was the words:
'I am Palango, The VIII Saint
palango.blogspot.com i back'
I could not be happier!"
-David C Johnson, Manhattan
Taking it easy, talking about school, girls, music, birds and bees and flowers and trees and everything that ever crossed our minds.
We were all, at the time, looked down upon as 'computer-geeks' and familiar with computers and the internet so we all knew about THE blog, Palango, and were all sorry about the way too long break that Mr Gabriel Zazi was taking and Raymond started complaining but stopped as he felt an ice-cold breeze draw over all of us, filling me with a state of mind close to, what I think is, death wishing.
John asked if all the other guys had felt the same chills and death wishes but all agreed that it must have been the weather which, now that summer slowly was advancing towards winter, brought this cold winds.
But we were all curious about the bad mood when, indeed, we were all suddenly so afraid of death.
The light post went out in a -click-
Again the wind howled and its terror made me shiver in fear.
The other light post, further away ticked and spread its weak light and we were far from eased.
Under the light was the silhouette of a man standing still, dressed in nothing, staring at us with his glowing eyes which looked just like small flames.
He started walking toward us getting closer... and closer... And now he was close enough for me to make out every feature and line of his face and I believed that this 'man' before me was the Devil himself!
Slowly he was walking towards me and I could not do anything but stand there like a bag of chips, and now he was close enough for me to see that his eyes really were burning!
Burning in his skull were these terrible little flames.
Much taller than he looked he was leaning before me and I felt his breath to my cold cheeks as he whispered something about the saint and his sin.
He grasped my arm and I fainted.
I woke up lying on the floor with everybody looking down on me and I felt a great pain in my forearm right where that creature touched me.
So I looked at it and burnt into my forearm was the words:
'I am Palango, The VIII Saint
palango.blogspot.com i back'
I could not be happier!"
-David C Johnson, Manhattan
posted by Palango at 08:08
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