A Vanitas Still LIfe

                  There were once two men that sat in this room, one that sat at the desk and one who sat in his chair by the hearth. The man at the desk sat writing his novels and the man who sat at the hearth, read his novels and drank his scotch. One night the man who sat at the hearth and read his novels and drank his scotch was poisoned. The man that who sat at his desk writing his novels, laughed as he stumbled around the room. The man who sat at the hearth and read his novels and drank his scotch that had been poisoned, came over to the man who had poisoned him. As the man who wrote the novels laughed, the poisoned man struck him over the head with the 1868 bottle of scotch, in the very same moment the man who had poiusoned him took his quill and shoved it into his neck. The man who had been poisoned took his hand to his neck as the poison had started to rot his hand off, pulled out the quill and bled out were he stood.As he hit the floor he rooted away in to dust. The man who had been hit over the head with the bottle had passed out never to return conscious anhd would die beside his brother to have his bones lay as they rest.