Spilled Pencils

Pretzel Pen - Memorable

"AAHHHHHHHH!" The scream of many agonies pierced through the moonlit night that wished to hide from the heart-wrenching cries.

Ijuuin Enzan was as good as dead.

Blood choked his cries as it poured from his throat and stomach, throwing up by the gallon, but did not falter. He was screaming, and it was more than from the pain. Enzan knew it, anyone who heard it, knew it…

Dark Blues certainly knew it.

All he was holding behind his eyes, within his pocket, in the palm of his hands. The pain, the agony, had finally taken over his body, and it was all that was left.

Enzan was dead.

His sins and sufferings left to linger in the empty shell; tore at his lungs until the vessel could shrill no longer, dancing around the homicidal Navi that stood there, dumbfounded.

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What the hell is a Pretzel Pen?

I had an overdose of Evanescence. When I say overdose, I mean overdose. I was listening to her for hours—no, days—no WEEKS! This is what came out. I need to listen to some YUI or I'm going to explode.

This was a bit… um… ha…