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It was a pity the soft cheese was used to

  • It was a pity the soft cheese was used to wipe the counter clean. Clean according to Ronda anyway. The counters were a constant chore, a thankless job really. She could justify it

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  • because when she opened the fridge door inside Ronda saw the light. In Ronda's mind the light was coming from the baby cheeses. The baby cheeses spoke to Ronda and told her

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  • not to be alarmed. They brought tidings of the Great Wheel of Cheese which would - Ronda slammed the fridge shut. She felt she could not deal with luminescent talking cheeses until

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  • she had had her coffee for the morning, but she didn't drink that either anymore. It talked too, they all talked. Even the pills and the liquor bottles that left her

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  • numb, unsatisfied, and singing hymns of remorse and self-deprecation in her own stained glass palace whispered nonsense. This was her home right? Confusion. She turned slightly

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  • toward the right, about 10 degrees, just enough that her rotation was visible to the casual observer, but not so much that she would have a drastically altered perception of the

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  • Seer. For she knew well that if that were to happen the present reality would begin to split and the beasts of the netherworld would be unleashed upon all humanity in one fell

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  • swoop! "I must keep this dread event from happening!" she screamed into the night with her fists raised above her head. "I the beasts must not be allowed into our peaceful

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  • hell." It was their sanctuary to revel in eternal misery. She extended her arm, fingertips outstretched, and a handle materialized from the gloom. The glint of metal flashed, then

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  • surprisingly began sparkling a soft rainbow pattern. Everyone was speechless for a few moments, purposely avoiding looking at her. Someone coughed akwardly. The silence was hell.

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4 Comments

  1. inatick Dec 08 2015 @ 02:48

    Poor Ronda she seems to be mentally ill. Perhaps its schizophrenia?

  2. AshleeRawr Dec 08 2015 @ 13:24

    I think it must be. I opened my fridge a few minutes ago & nothing spoke to me, so I feel like it must just be Rhonda. I hope she gets the help she needs.

  3. Gibber Dec 08 2015 @ 14:03

    And she's self medicating.

  4. SupraDork Dec 10 2015 @ 10:33

    I'd like to meet Rhonda. Most likely, she's in a padded cell dreaming all of this up.

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