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The last  Basilian   Father This Paragraph a False Assumption?   Stephen Weir  Weir031, 4 th  year Creative Writing Assignment Assignment - write a paragraph based on my take on a Windsor University scene Submitted version The last  Basilian   Father This Paragraph A False Assumption?   An ancient priest in an over-starched cassock makes a special noise when he shuffles across Assumption Hall’s wooden floors.  I listen while I pick the basement door’s antique lock. Click. I am in.  Rotting hand-made wooden steps against the massive fieldstone wall.  Shaky. I make it safely onto the heavily pock-marked basement floor.  A string of Edison era light bulbs hangs above. Clothesline style. I am facing a moss-lined tunnel that slopes toward the Detroit River. An iron bar gate blocks the way. Sigh. Another lock to pick. I hear the priest. He is at the top of the stairs. Cough. Door slams. Lights off.   “I am so hungry,” he rasps. Draft version The last  Basilian   Father This Paragraph A False

  Justin and Me And Trump Make Three (or is it 11?) - THE REDUX By Stephen Weir The gentle tap tap quickly birthed a knock knock followed by a kick kick at the base of my front door. Someone wanted me wide awake, like yesterday. “Hey Dream Boy, rise and shine,” barked a loud voice from the other side of my solid oak front door. Was that a faint Quebecois accent lurking in that military staccato? “ Mange la merde”, I screamed back. I wasn’t going to give up on my disturbing dream without a fight. I know this voice; this man was going to make my morning its own waking nightmare. “ It is Justin, he knows.” My unrequested wake-up service shrieked right back at me. Yes, I was correct, this wasn’t going to end well. “What does His majesty know? And why does he suddenly want to speak to me after the last time?” I turned the volume down a notch, best to find out what the hell I had done before I ended up having to buy a new door. I am a Toronto based news hound who will do anything to get a F

Mick Jagger Gets No Satisfaction from Clichés (Windsor U creative writing assignment 2021) SIDE ONE I don’t usually go outdoors in Windsor carrying loaded heat It came in handy savin’ Mick as he was getting mugged in the street Gotta reveal that Mr. Jagger ain’t no Street Fighting Man But, as I sewed him up I knew I was still a huge huge fan. “Sorry ‘bout the  Sticky Fingers ; Just  Let It Bleed  my mate.” “ Start Me Up . Gotta make tonight’s Cobo concert date” “I won’t be your Beast of Burden this night of painful ‘fun’ “Next time in Windsor I’ll tell ya what really needs to be done!” Let’s Spend the Night Together . No, I am not his date Jesus Jack,  my pal.  Looks like Mick Jagger is arriving late. And listen Jumping Jack , he will demand that you jiggle, So limber up and be ready to leap up high and wiggle. He said something ‘bout painting this door red, Jack. No Fucking way, Jagger and I are going to  Paint It Black! Or maybe we will just sit and roll these  Tumbling Dice, Yeah,