Were toward Eternity –

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.

And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb -

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through -

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog –  To tell one’s name – the livelong June –  To an admiring Bog!

As he defeated – dying – On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear!

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.

"Two hundred pounds," was the answer.

"The first man had his three wishes, yes," was the reply. "I don't know what the first two were, but the third was for death.

A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long, loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The streetlamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.

"Two hundred pounds," was the answer.

"Badly hurt," he said quietly, "but he is not in any pain."

A fine crash from the piano greeted the words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man.

"Better let it burn," said the soldier solemnly.

"If you don't want it, Morris," said the old man, "give it to me."

grimace

Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlor of Lakesnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the whitehaired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.

Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him

People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!

who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold.

menfolk

The Lottery--Shirley Jackson"The Lottery" (1948)by Shirley JacksonThe morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.

I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me Naw you wouldn't understand (Nigga talk to me please, man) You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga what the fuck) And squeeze, until the bed's completely red

All my life I been considered as the worst Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself nigga) Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

Ripping the facade off small town life, IT pits a group of 1980s junior high outcasts against an unspeakable child-killing evil that takes many forms, including the horrifying and unforgettable Pennywise the Dancing Clown.

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