Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they. This is where he would be taking English Composition…ENGL 101 in the course catalog…for the next three and a half months. This was a required course--every student, regardless of their curriculum, had to pass it-- and since writing was one of his strengths he hoped to earn an A.He found the classroom and took a seat near the back. The room had five rows of six student desks and by the time class was supposed to begin all but four or five were taken. Right on time at three p.m. the instructor. “So you consider us friends?”Do I have a choice?“Sure, you have a choice,” the witch says irritated. “I’m not holding you prisoner.”You kind of are.“That’s not my fault...” the girl shakes her head. “Let’s forget I said that. “We’re stuck in the same body, I have no choice in the matter.”No, but I am your familiar.“How is that my fault?” she asks. “The school gave me a choice and I picked you.”True. The rules of magic are binding. I guess it’s just luck of the draw.“That doesn’t sound.Read More
