Failure to Survive
by Tom B. Taker
’Tis a peculiar fate, to live to see thine own torch snuffeth out.
The alliance had fallen.
Helplessly I watch whilst my cohorts fall in succession. The tribe hath spoken.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Shouts from the Abyss 
“Thou art beyond reproach, my Lord. Thy honor is not diminished by your defeat.
Anon, when the dead are buried and the wounded bound, I shall ease your pain with my gentle touch.
But hark…I hear the knock of “shave and a haircut, two bits.” Let me get not between thy beard and thy barber. For without thy barber, there would be no getting of me.”
–From the Hair Chronicles – A Hero’s Hirsute History
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In sooth, very nice. Now get thee hence lest I count the ways I can suffer slings and arrows at your arse. Yes, anon!
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D’oh. I forgot to remove the music video from the post I copied. Am I a canker-blossom or what?
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