The doctor has shut the door but I can hear every word. “Mr Monzopolates, it seems there has been an injury to your Achilles tendon-“ “My what?”

Mommy's little angel And daddy's little girl Forever you will be Though you will grow and change Immortal in our eyes you will remain Little feet and little hands

Every breath you take Will be important Every word you say Will be heard Never let anyone put you down You will grow to be a man With the world at your feet My love, my son

The final part, or where I wish to leave it for now. I may write further adventures, if there is any interest. Either way, this chapter has now ended. Thanks to all who read to the end!

There’s a certain joy, a satisfaction In words text, nothing spoken. A rhythm a flow even pofanity Has place and meaning…a glow Between the lines the harshness

I tried to flush my security pass down the toilet today. It wasn’t a serious attempt, more a cry for help.

I choose not to represent I care not to know The damage my actions May cause to those unknown This lump in my chest Its chambers filled with pride Will lead me wilfully

Nothing new. Nothing strange nor startling... Just a few simple words and my hearts separates. 'There's a man in his room. Standing up.' Now the horror crashes in and the pealing of bells.