The promise broke, shattering into a thousand sharp pieces that dulled the light that shone on them.
Then the remains of the promise rose and turned on the boy that had broken it, sinking its teeth into his flesh, burying its claws in his warm, beating heart.
The boy scowled and shook his head.
The promise, forgotten, melted into shards of blackness, dripping down the boy's back, his arms, his neck, pooling around his feet.
It trickled away with the rain in search of its other half.
The rain continued to fall.

when you start writing nonsense, it's a sure sign that your death is approaching.
In terms of homework, again, I am DOOMed.
DOOMsday? Monday, 29th June 2009.

It's a world where everything is literal.