His name is Beau. He's a planet, too.
For the sequel to "Discount Shakespeare", it's time to hero the dreams of the child hearts in everyone. Get ready for an adventure of a fourth of a lifetime that's meant to end right before puberty strikes.
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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins
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Write minus wrong
One of the neon highlights of my childhood was reading The Blob That Ate Everyone, a Goosebumps installment I'd call Another unhinged offspring of R.L. Stine's brain cells. (Mind you that after this one came a good 30 more. Crazy.) 12-year-old Zach births a flesh-consuming monster from A supernatural typewriter he had used to write its story. My book was crippling, on its knees, begging the question, When everything you write comes true, how much of it Would you leave to call a superpower, and the rest a burden? With a typewriter like Zach's, I would live without worries. With a typewriter like Zach's, I could compose rags to riches. With a typewriter like Zach's, hell, I might as well be God. But at the cost of what, a realm of blacks, blues, blurs? One, a blind front, another, a bruise, and the last, a blessing? What microcosms can my words hide, raw fear and raw fright In sheer disgust by the lines that bound what's real in our eyes? To write a monster is one thing, to write it a story another But to give it a heart, a mind, and soul more vivid than yours Is to put that thing to sleep before your eyes could even close.
