Otero Junior College Chinook

Now that I had my grub, it was time to keep scheming. As I passed the fridge, I grabbed myself a beer to polish off with my meal. Now, it was time to devise a way to eliminate my enemy. What cruel means of death would I devise for him? What torturous death awaits him? I contemplate these thoughts as I devoured my gourmet meal. With my plate licked clean, I gaze into the dark void of space grasping for a plan. Strangulation, that’s it! If that is not a cruel way to die, I do not know what is. I will enjoy watching his face turn different shades of blue. but is that rally the way to go. I went on like this for hours! Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the sun was setting outside and a kind of hush spread across the evening in the forms of reds, yellows and purples. While all the is beauty was going on outside, I only had evil corrupting me inside. I sipped my beer and came up with many different ways to dispose of this nuisance, such as stabbing, drowning, burning, burying, and even pushing him off the roof—but that could be messy. After all this contemplating, my brain was about to explode. I was so desperate for a plan that ZI even thought that just simply running over him was the ultimate plan. No matter how, I will do it...I will get rid of that nuisance….that cat...is a dead cat! —Christina Roberts OJC Faculty
“The Hunt” Graphite —Celia Gallegos OJC Art Student
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