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“He has many teeth,” he said. Then, very slowly and deliberately his head turned until his gaze was fixed, again, out the rain dotted window.

It seemed he was quietly contemplating the inevitable takeover of the world. The petty insolence that surrounded him disgusted him; one day, it would all be made right, one day…

All of a sudden, Harold wheeled around and landed a punch square on the man’s face. There was a muffled whimper, and the scent of blood filled the tiny room. A few tiny objects fell to the cold floor, with an impersonal clink. Harold stopped for a second to gaze at the gaping hole that the man’s mouth now was, and grinned, showing his impressive fangs. The very world seemed to freeze, and the only sound to be heard was the ragged breathing of the man in the chair, who sat there, broken, yet oddly defiant.

The man spat out the few teeth that remained in his mouth. Blood sprayed onto Harold’s shiny, expensive trousers.

Harold’s eyes had taken on a mad gleam, and he looked terrifying as he sank his teeth into the man’s exposed neck.

“He had many teeth,” he said, as he spat out flesh, and began to laugh. 

Almost Famous

Well, this is it. It’s more than it, actually. Three days ago, I was honoured when I woke up to a nomination for the ‘Liev Schreiber Award’. The nomination came from Ipshita Peters, who runs a blog over at Euphoniour. You can read her post about it here.
I’d never heard of this award before, so I did a little digging. There are quite a few sets of rules floating around, but in essence, I answer a few questions, nominate some more people, and ask them some more questions.

Alright then, on to the questions.

1. If you could bring anyone back from the dead, who would it be, and why?
   
   It’d probably be Douglas Adams, because he was the real hoopy frood.
   
   
2. What era would you like to live in, and why?
   
   I would have loved to have grown up in the 1970s. It seems like it was a great time to be a teenager. There was so much great music around, and society was very relaxed about everything. Life was just so much simpler. Pink Floyd, The Police, Queen, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, pretty much every major band I listen to was active around then.
   
   
3. Which character from a book or TV series would you date?
   
   Oberyn Martell. If anyone says they’re not gay for Oberyn, they’re lying.
   
   
4. Why did you start this blog?
   It was originally started in 2007, as a place where I could post my bad poetry, dump silly internet pictures, and save “interesting” Unicode characters, like Җ , ⛽ , and ☠.
   You get the idea.
   
   
5. Describe your blog in six words.
   A repository of bad poetry. Eventually.
   
   
6. If you could say something to your younger self, what would it be?
   Always start with “Hello.”
   
   
7. What motivates you?
   
   Deadlines. They’re probably the only reason I ever get anything done.
   
   
8. What is the best movie you have ever seen, and why?
   I might have gone for Interstellar, but I think 2001: A Space Odyssey is still better, even if it’s just for having been first.
   Kubrick's visual style is breath-taking, but more importantly, just 15 months after it had released, Neil Armstrong landed on the lunar surface, and most of the movie’s details turned out to be eerily accurate and realistic.
   It’s a story about evolution, and not about space travel.
   
   
9. What is the first thing you notice about people?
   Their eyes. They reveal a lot about people.
   
   
10. What are the three features you admire most in people?
    
    Height, tallness and a love of orange juice.
    
    

I’m going to tag Neha Makhija, and Samar Dikshit because he is a cool. The questions would be the same as the ones I answered, because I can’t think of more than four, but you can answer some of these instead/as well.

1. What is your best childhood memory?
2. If you could only keep five possessions, what would they be?
3. If money was no object, what would you do all day?
4. What is you favourite Johnny Depp movie and why is it The Tourist?