The mythicalness of this wonderful dress
The mythicalness of this wonderful dress I found just made my day. Who could have left it for me, just lying there on my bed? I don't live with anyone so who could it be? I wonder6
Was it flammable or could it be washed easily?3
WWHHHHHOOOOOMPH! There was little anyone could do, let alone answer that final question. At first, shocked silence. Then: "Marshmallows, anyone?"5
No one like that shit. No one replied. Silenece again seemed unbreakable.3
The silent rule was that no one should joke during the apocalypse, especially about a death. Everyone glared at the man who'd spoken. He said nervously, "W-what's up, g-guys?"6
"Oh not a thing, except that guys head just exploded. YOU goddamned animal!" He looked at his feet and held his hands nervously. "S-sorry... I ca..." She waggled her finger at him6
"You can never replace an exploded head," she chided. He cried, " I was only having fun." Zombie kids are so unpredictable," she drug me off to the corner. "Stay there 'til you5
learn how to treat dead people with more respect." I frowned at the corner's walls, but was secretly glad that I wasn't cleaning up the bloody mess. I could hear her mopping and5
crunching on Doritos. Once again, I opened the door to reprimand the coroner. "For the last time," I shouted, "stop eating over the bodies!"6
Years passed; I took a Government job; married a Senator’s daughter; who birthed 18 kids. At the coroner’s funeral, when I gazed at him in the casket, all I could see was...crumbs.6
- 2016-02-07 10:01:11
- 2017-03-05 22:55:27
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Magic Mar 06 2017 @ 00:28
Oops, it was "corner" not "coroner", haha!
Woab Mar 06 2017 @ 10:04
...and yet somehow it still works.
Rebbie Mar 06 2017 @ 12:46
That error was perfect! *Thumbs up*