Josephine

Another Entry
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Bob. Bob walked on the street. He walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked. He fell into a manhole. THE END! :)

Reply to Hansol: yay! pokemon rules!

**Another Entry (Extended Version)**
Under the dim road lights, Bob strolled in the pouring rain. His vision blurred by the raindrops, his clothes drenched in the tears of rain. Each of his step echoed with his heart beat. Bob is scared, horrified that one day he is going to be overwhelmed by the darknesses approaching him. He has no where to hide, no way to escape. As he threw himself into the greasy manhole, he could see the colors around him fading, swallowed by the darkness; he could see his dreams shattering, as blood splattered in his sight; his sensations torn with his heart, slowly losing memories, emotions and dreams that had once lived within his spirit. He closed his eyes, and all was left was silence, darkness and the eternal emptiness in his chest. He couldn't escape. No one ever seen Bob again. His existence washed a way with the murky liquid, his name forgotten by the universe.

Reply to Rachel: your poem is so awesome that you should've publish a book!

Photo Prompt
(http://www.flickr.com/photos/sovietuk/2712075506/) This is a picture of an owl that shrinks to defend itself. I think this picture is pretty funny. There is a video of the shrinking owl available on youtube.