Basic Gettysburg

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Abraham Lincoln is beaten and broken over and over, all because of one thing, one goal. It hurts, it hurts so much. Sometimes he wants to give up, to quit. Some days, the really bad ones, he wants to die. Why is he so hurt? Why does he have a huge ‘hole’ within his heart? Because of love.

And what if you could see bad ghosts? What if you had to keep them away, and had a power to do exactly that? This power would be a single emotion.

A miracle is born. All it is missing is a heart.

A very large family is fighting for the fortune, which is to be transferred to whoever is the most successful.

A girl’s boyfriend suddenly drops all contact with her after they finally go all the way.

As I look outside I see it is raining. How I wish to see you forget an umbrella with the cold rain pouring down outside… Forget it, and I will share mine with you. We’ll walk home, and talk and laugh. I’ll get to know you, and you’ll get to know me. And then, you’ll die.

Excerpt:

One morning, when Abraham when Abraham Lincoln woke Lincoln woke from troubled from troubled dreams, he dreams, he found himself found himself transformed in transformed in his bed his bed into a into a horrible vermin. horrible vermin. He lay He lay on his on his armour-like back, armour-like back, and if and if he lifted he lifted his head his head a little a little he could he could see his see his brown belly, brown belly, slightly domed slightly domed and divided and divided by arches by arches into stiff into stiff sections. The sections. The bedding was bedding was hardly able hardly able to cover to cover it and it and seemed ready seemed ready to slide to slide off any off any moment. His moment. His many legs, many legs, pitifully thin pitifully thin compared with compared with the size the size of the of the rest of rest of him, waved him, waved about helplessly about helplessly as he as he looked. What’s looked. What’s happened to happened to me? me? he thought. One morning, One morning, when Abraham when Abraham Lincoln woke Lincoln woke from troubled from troubled dreams, he dreams, he found himself found himself transformed in transformed in his bed his bed into a into a horrible vermin. horrible vermin. He lay He lay on his on his armour-like back, armour-like back, and if and if he lifted he lifted his head his head a little a little he could he could see his see his brown belly, brown belly, slightly domed slightly domed and divided and divided by arches by arches into stiff into stiff sections. The sections. The bedding was bedding was hardly able hardly able to cover to cover it and it and seemed ready seemed ready to slide to slide off any off any moment. His moment. His many legs, many legs, pitifully thin pitifully thin compared with compared with the size the size of the of the rest of rest of him, waved him, waved about helplessly about helplessly as he as he looked. What’s looked. What’s happened to happened to me? me? he thought. he thought. It wasn’t It wasn’t a dream. a dream. His room, His room, a proper a proper human room human room although a although a little too little too small, lay small, lay peacefully between peacefully between its four its four familiar walls. familiar walls. A collection A collection of textile of textile samples lay samples lay spread out spread out on the on the table – table – Lincoln was Lincoln was a travelling a travelling politician – politician – and above and above it there it there hung a hung a picture that picture that he had he had recently cut recently cut out of out of an illustrated an illustrated magazine and magazine and housed in housed in a nice, a nice, gilded frame. gilded frame. It showed It showed a lady a lady fitted out fitted out with a with a fur hat fur hat and fur and fur boa who boa who sat upright, sat upright, raising a raising a heavy fur heavy fur muff that muff that covered the covered the whole of whole of her lower her lower arm towards arm towards the viewer. the viewer.

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