This is intended as a memoir from my residency at MacDonough hall and all of my efforts to shut up the drunken fools who kept me awake at night. Imagine it as a script for a movie.
"Deadly Intent With a Hatchet Otherwise Known as the Fucked Up Short"
Disgruntled student destroys bench with hatchet�
We see a student tossing and turning in her dorm bed, early morning.
Below her window is a man noisily installing a bench into a batch of
freshly poured cement. Later that evening, we see the student again
tossing in her sleep. The shot pulls outside of the window to the noisy
students below, cajoling and making a general ruckus, sitting on the
newly installed bench. Cutback to student who is stuffing a pillow over
her head. The next night. The students are gone, but the girl come out
to reek her revenge on the bench. She pulls from behind her back a
hatchet. The blade gleams in the moonlight as she lifts it over her
head, pausing a moment. She brings it down in a stunning arch to land
deeply in the fresh wood. A red trickle begins to ooze out of the wound
she made, the bench bleeding slowly. She continues to hack and grunt,
making splinters fly in a frenzy about her wild body. Her hair is
coming loose and flying all over the place, dancing in rivulets around
the swishing blade. The bench begins to moan and continues to pour it's
blood on the fresh pavement below. Finally she comes to a rest to see
her handiwork. The bench is no more. Four legs stand in protest to
where it was, but she is surrounded by a pile of woody gore, blood
stained fire food. She plops down into the pile and falls asleep after
her efforts are complete. The sun comes up to show the new day and the
other students stand in a confused cluster of fear and astonishment as
they see the girl sleeping on her pile of doom. THE END� OR IS IT?