- And that is why I can no longer feed the orphans. I hope you can understand.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Psychonauts…There would be a line of colorful Psychic themed chewable vitamins. And Raz would endorse them. Endorse them with your life, Raz.

NOTE: I deleted AYDAMOSL because I hated most of it. But I do not hate ‘E’.

So, read it.

E

Envelope

-Definition-

1. A flat paper container, as for a letter or thin package, usually having a gummed flap or other means of closure.

2. The only device you wouldn’t think of blaming for killing your soul.

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The envelope fell to the hard grain floor; the packaging of a most certainly important letter, but ignored, when it ought not to be. The envelope didn’t see it fit to complain.

Hurried breaths and shaking hands plagued him. His knees weakened and so to the floor he fell, alongside the begotten creamy envelope. His shoulders began to quaver – this made the envelope sad, but he had no ability to console the man.

An overdue shriek of grief and agony pierced the still dusty air. The letter was crushed and held to his breast - to a wildly beating and breaking heart.

But the envelope spoke not.

Then she walked in. A lovely lady, but disheveled red hair fogged the view of her face. Her hands smoothed his shirt and consoled him but to no avail. He thrust the tear spotted letter into her surprised fingers.

The envelope sat in remorse on the floor. Dust danced above it and it could hear the rustle of a litter of cats beneath the house. Another scream pierced the air and down the redheaded woman fell.

The grieving couple lay in a heap on the ground at the envelopes’ eye level; their faces the poster children of anguish. Tear stricken and gasping for air, they lay together – she clutched the letter to her bosom. The envelope spoke not.

XoxoX

The envelope did not wear a watch, nor could it tell time (Not that it really had a perception of time at all) but knew well that he had been upon the floor for an exceedingly long span of time.

The couple did not speak much. Their bare feet passed the envelope regularly but they chose not to acknowledge it. The envelope expected as much seeing as he bore them their heart-wrenching news.

Suddenly, whilst the envelope sat in a deep thought, carefully gloved hands reached down and picked up the envelope. It caught a full view of the redheaded ladies face. She had a black netted fabric attached to a hat which was pinned to her flaming red hair.

Her face was pallid and she was dressed in full black. The man whom had originally opened the envelope appeared behind her and kissed her cheek with rough cracked lips.

The redhead closed her eyes wearily and nodded when he spoke in a garbled voice.

And then, the envelope knew life no more.

Her black gloved hands had ripped the envelope in half and then in fourths. She threw him to a trashcan where he lay with tissues and a banana peel.

It lay atop a broken frame and cracked glass. Beneath was a black and white picture of a little girl with hair just as wild and red as her mothers. She wore an outfit akin to a thorny bush and had a vibrant smile upon her grey face. In the corner was a signature. It read ‘Gloria’.

La Fin.

A/N: I killed Gloria. Hm.

The go button has had one to many drinks and it might pee on you if you press it. But that just makes you want to do it more - I know how you are, you gross thing you..