Saving My Soul
By Tom Harris and Michael Griffin

    The wind wailed like a furious tempest. It whirled around like bees in heat. The trees waved as the wind bent their teeny limbs awry.
     I strode fearfully beneath the forest in my feverish anticipation of the horrible things to come. Old trees whistled like screaming hags from hell. I was frightened out of my wits, and I nearly peed in my pants! Vicious dogs lept toward my location as I ran hastily away, hurtling through the space between the tombstones and crypts. I tripped into an open pit, and nearly lost my soul to demonic forces, which engulfed me like mad bees. Have you ever experienced this? I have never known such agony or displeasure as I knew then.
     After I narrowly escaped with my soul intact, I gave my soul to a wandering peasant, skilled in such crafts as needlepoint and embroidery. He stitched my soul a cover to keep it warm. Then, he placed it on my head, not caring whether it fell or not. Spawns of Hades screamed at me and tried to enslave my existance. I narrowly made it into my house before losing my life --
      My soul was saved.

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