Jake H.
The Tigon, the Liger, and the Door Hinge
One fine day there lived a magical door hinge named Door Hinge. All of the people at school disliked him very much. He was a door hinge. He vas very sad all the time so he tried to wear a morbid funeral-black color to express his dissatisfaction with society. However his effort proved futile because the only thing in his size was a baby's sock. He was a door hinge. So, he went to his parents, Doris the door and Wally the wall. He dismantled them. He then pretended to be a tone-deaf orphan for the LTDOC, the Lair of the Tone Deaf Orphan's Choir. They had to hide because they were notorious for singing so well that they put everyone out of business. They were very hospitable to DH, or at least as much as they could be in their dilapidated den. That was until they asked him to sing. He let out a slightly creaky bellow. This bellow was not nice, but rather like a lavish helping of shampoo… in your eye. He was a door hinge. Anyway, the orphans had a vote and nobody vetoed to keep him in, so he was relieved of his duties. When he went home, DH saw a clutter of fluff and stuff. It was his only two friends in life; the only ones who ever listened to him or liked him. In his childhood he pampered them. He would sometimes come home in tears when his timidity got the best of him and just hug them to make it better. They were gone. It was too grueling for DH to look. He remembered times that they would pretend to be what they were not and it just became a farce. He remembered how he never left without them like they were parasites. How was he so forgetful that he left them? His eyes got watery and he began to cry a surplus of warm tears that streamed down his face as he thought of the times he shirked his duties to be with them. And for what? To abandon them and see them like this! When he dismantled the door and wall it fell on his only two friends: his stuffed lion and tiger. There was no beneficiary in his actions. When he stopped crying, which took a bit, he couldn't let them go. He got a needle and some thread and tried hid best, but unfortunately just botched them together. All he got back were two mixes between the two: a tigon and a liger. It wasn't the same, but he still loved them anyway. His only friends. He stared through the fog that was his tears into the pouring rain screaming, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” All that came out was a hyperventilated mumble, but hey, he was a door hinge.
The Tigon, the Liger, and the Door Hinge
One fine day there lived a magical door hinge named Door Hinge. All of the people at school disliked him very much. He was a door hinge. He vas very sad all the time so he tried to wear a morbid funeral-black color to express his dissatisfaction with society. However his effort proved futile because the only thing in his size was a baby's sock. He was a door hinge. So, he went to his parents, Doris the door and Wally the wall. He dismantled them. He then pretended to be a tone-deaf orphan for the LTDOC, the Lair of the Tone Deaf Orphan's Choir. They had to hide because they were notorious for singing so well that they put everyone out of business. They were very hospitable to DH, or at least as much as they could be in their dilapidated den. That was until they asked him to sing. He let out a slightly creaky bellow. This bellow was not nice, but rather like a lavish helping of shampoo… in your eye. He was a door hinge. Anyway, the orphans had a vote and nobody vetoed to keep him in, so he was relieved of his duties. When he went home, DH saw a clutter of fluff and stuff. It was his only two friends in life; the only ones who ever listened to him or liked him. In his childhood he pampered them. He would sometimes come home in tears when his timidity got the best of him and just hug them to make it better. They were gone. It was too grueling for DH to look. He remembered times that they would pretend to be what they were not and it just became a farce. He remembered how he never left without them like they were parasites. How was he so forgetful that he left them? His eyes got watery and he began to cry a surplus of warm tears that streamed down his face as he thought of the times he shirked his duties to be with them. And for what? To abandon them and see them like this! When he dismantled the door and wall it fell on his only two friends: his stuffed lion and tiger. There was no beneficiary in his actions. When he stopped crying, which took a bit, he couldn't let them go. He got a needle and some thread and tried hid best, but unfortunately just botched them together. All he got back were two mixes between the two: a tigon and a liger. It wasn't the same, but he still loved them anyway. His only friends. He stared through the fog that was his tears into the pouring rain screaming, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” All that came out was a hyperventilated mumble, but hey, he was a door hinge.