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It's awake, and it's crabby... Lobsterman!

  • It's awake, and it's crabby... Lobsterman!

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  • "Aaaaarg! Run the Lobsterman is here with his sicko lover Godzilla." DAMN IT! I'm not even Japanese and far to young to die!!!" After panicking I came to my senses and looked for

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  • The nearest subway station. The platform was filled with Middle English cooks, one of whom knew me somehow. Apparently, I bagged his mum 's groceries. They offered me Erbolate.

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  • I offered the Middle English cooks my middle finger. Alarmed, they backed away from me. "Hex us not!" wimpered Abigail, her ample wimple withering from the sweat on her brow.

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  • Yet no wimple could hide the dimples on her lovely round face. The wind whistled eerily through the woods. Abigail weirdly grinned and whispered, "The witching hour..."

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  • Barefoot, prowling through the dense woods, her souls numb to the aching of the litany of dying leaves. "The witching hour is soon..." she whispers again, letting her words linger.

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  • Her apprentice tugged on her cape. "I brought some comfortable slippers." The witch winced, "The souls of the forest, not the soles of my feet." "Oh, my mistake, oolong?"

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  • The witch raised her hand to smack her but the apprentice pointed her attention to the clouds that were filling the sky above them. A bridge for the souls of the forest appeared.

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  • "I ain't going 'cross there!" complained the girl. THWAP! The witch gave in and smacked her hard, leaving imprints from her rings in her cheek. "Now GET to crossin'!" She yelled at

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  • the girl. The girl growled and raised her fists. "Honey," she snarled at the witch, "I grew up on the streets. I'll show ya how we rumble." She flung a punch and felled the witch.

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2 Comments

  1. Woab Aug 21 2018 @ 11:51

    Ooh! I likes the medieval turn this took.

  2. ValkyrieGrrl Aug 21 2018 @ 23:46

    Dang it, Bunnycookies, you're simply mahvelous!

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