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I heard footsteps coming nearer and louder.

  • I heard footsteps coming nearer and louder. The place was dark. Sweats rolling down my face. " Who's there?!" I shouted. Suddenly, a gun pointed at my face...i was shocked and turn
  • -ed off the lights. "Try to kill me now, robber. Ahaha!" I tiptoed down the stairs and to the kitchen, where I pulled a knife from the drawer. Now THIS was living. The robber shot
  • through the dark, hitting a nearby vase as I ducked away behind the worktop. A knife in hand I tried to get behind the robber as he was edging towards me. "Now!" I thought,
  • but then his mask fell down and I saw his face. I was frightened. I was told that he died ten years ago - and yet I'm seeing him here, robbing my aunt's house. Was he looking for
  • money or searching for the person who killed him? Questions came running through my mind.
  • Why did anyone think waffles could be tacos? Weren't they Belgian? My mind drifted away from the horrible massacre. Why are green olives in jars? I thought, stepping over
  • the line from animal lover & protector to plant & vegetable advocate. Can't they hear the potato's scream? How many lettuce heads will it take? What the hell is wrong with people?!
  • The organized castration of maize, the taking of tomato plant babys, the wholesale industrial slaughter of beets and aspagarus had to stop! The slippery slope to radical guerrilla
  • marketing tactics was unavoidable. We jumped onto it like a kid on a water slide. We would disseminate our "War on Vegetables = Herbicide" propaganda with flash mobs
  • . Destiny pulled on her carrot costume with grim determination & pulled the carrot top baclava over her face. Vegetarianism just got real.
Started
2014-06-17 05:46:10
Finished
2014-06-28 01:57:02

2 Comments

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    lucielucie Jun 28 2014 @ 07:03

    I meant balaclava there.
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    Chaz Jun 28 2014 @ 08:15

    Carrot top bakalava is a wonderful greek pastry. :)

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