The Large welch died when his beady eyes

The Large welch died when his beady eyes peered into the
depths of your mother's face as her wrinkles twisted in an expression of madness.
She started turning red slowly and slowly. Growing claws are her transformation over came her. The next thing I remembered was I was running away but she kept on chasing me.
I was getting tired, and fell over. She jumped on top of me. At first I thought I was dead. She started sinking her claws deep into the back of my neck. But then she kissed me!
Vampires can be passive aggressive that way. The deep bite on my neck was a join-the-club greeting (and supper) and the kiss was something more intimate. She tickled my tonsils
with bubble gum, making it suddenly difficult to breathe. You'd be surprised how badly gum in your throat hurts to get lodged there.
My friend Jason leaned over and punched me in the back until the gum dislodged and came flying from my mouth. I coughed and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Thanks, buddy," I said.
That is when my buddy, my saviour, Jason sliced my head off with an axe. A dull axe. I do not recommend anybody dying this way. I, for one, do not like it at all. I am sorry I sign
ed off this story with a tragic ending, but alas it was bad luck or karma, as I struggle to remember what recent events happened with the lack of oxygen to my brain. Welp, that
was it then. I passed out from the lack of oxygen, banged my head on a table and my script scattered everywhere. Later I woke up in a hospital, saw the bill, and passed out again.

Started: 2015-09-25 09:50:19
Finished: 2018-05-12 06:15:57

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