WFSO3 - TeaserIn the darkness of the cellar, the shadowy figure hunched over the keyboard. Pale fingers flashed across the keyboard as the lines of code grew, took shape, came alive. They'd all laughed at him, every one. They'd said it was impossible, that it couldn't be done. But he'd show them. He'd show them all, and they would all admit that he was the greatest programmer of all time, and Eloise Jenkins would go to the prom with him instead of with the captain of the rugby team, and maybe--just maybe!--the nasty voice in his head would go away and leave him alone."Ha." He laughed in the darkness. And then, because it sounded impressive, he laughed some more. "Ha! Hahaha! HAHAHAHA! He took a deep breath. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"The excess punctuation buried itself in the door.
The Fairest ShipTo the memory of the good Professor,who continues to inspire us all.There was a little fishing townOn edge of barren plainAnd down beside the harbour layA ship without a name.Once, countless years ago,When pirates ruled the seasShe was the fairest ship to sailBefore the ocean breeze.But Time, most cruel of highwaymen,Who stalked long in her wake,Came to her as to us all,His vengence for to take.Her sails were torn, her rudder stiff,Her hull was bleached and bareWhite gulls gathered on her prowAnd beat the salty air.There was an ancient marinerWith hair and beard of greyWho went down to the harboursideAnd sat with her each day.He sat by her from crack of dawnEre morning's first keel rang.He sat and wove his fishing netsAnd as he worked he sangOf Elven-kings with golden ringsAnd eyes as bright as sunAnd Dwarven-lords in carven hallsWhere silver rivers run.He told her of a princessIn a distant, far-off landWho lived by day in fortress greyUpon the w