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fandomhigh2010-04-19 07:56 am
chosehumanity) wrote in fandomhigh2010-04-19 07:56 am
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Horror 101, Monday
"Today is the day of your final," Mitchell intoned, then clapped his hands, grinning. "We'll be starting off with a few written questions. But after that, I've got something else for you."
He dumped a stack of papers on his desk. It, and several other flat surfaces in the area - including some of the students' desks - had acquired a cup of tea.
"We've talked about a great many fears over the past few weeks," he continued, "But the main one, the most quintessentially human one is the fear of death. The fear of being gone from this Earth, from what we are, the whole lot. Most of our fears come down to that: death."
"So to finish up your final," he continued, sitting down, "I've invited a friend in to talk about it. While you're writing, I want you all to come up with one question you'd like to ask about death, and she will answer it." He peered into the room, searching for Chloeif she was there and smiled slightly. "Don't worry, she doesn't bite."
He tapped his pen on the desk. "Now, get started! You've got thirty minutes."
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He dumped a stack of papers on his desk. It, and several other flat surfaces in the area - including some of the students' desks - had acquired a cup of tea.
"We've talked about a great many fears over the past few weeks," he continued, "But the main one, the most quintessentially human one is the fear of death. The fear of being gone from this Earth, from what we are, the whole lot. Most of our fears come down to that: death."
"So to finish up your final," he continued, sitting down, "I've invited a friend in to talk about it. While you're writing, I want you all to come up with one question you'd like to ask about death, and she will answer it." He peered into the room, searching for Chloe
He tapped his pen on the desk. "Now, get started! You've got thirty minutes."
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Re: The Test - Question One
There are days I feel like Frankenstein's Monster, she wrote. Cast aside by my father and beset on all sides by the pitchfork wielding mob for being different. There's nowhere 'safe' for people like me, and never will be, if you listen to people supposedly from my future. Even the North Pole isn't remote enough to allow us to live in peace. And why should we have to hide? After all, are we not in the likeness of man, our forefathers? We were -- are -- children reaching for our parents, who would rather destroy us than acknowledge their own offspring.