"Fossilized ossified ossobuccophile." "Erotic
- "Fossilized ossified ossobuccophile." "Erotic exotic necrotic otters." I countered. This was getting serious. "Elementary sedimentary actuaries" he riposted effortlessly. Sweat
- Dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree? Two disgusting befuddled word nerds doing word battles. Yes, Sweat Dreams, indeed. Our fun was shattered when a giant
- librarian resembling Annie Lennox came around the corner. "Shhhhh! This is a library!" she admonished. She was the biggest, scariest librarian we'd ever seen. She thought we were
- cookies, and we knew she was the monster. In order to appease the Eurythmics-lead-singer-look-alike librarian, we quickly left the building and did our research in the garden. Here
- we found evidence that would send her to jail for life. However, finding the evidence only solved one problem. Getting out of the garden alive was another problem.
- The pumpkin vine tripped us & we were pummeled with ripe tomatoes. Then the rosebush wrapped thorny branches around our limbs, dragging us toward the compost heap.
- If only I hadn't upset the witch next door so much... Maybe then I wouldn't be being pummeled by all manner of animated flora.
- I held up my arms in attempt to protect my face from the thorns and fell to my knees. Blood was already seeping down my arm from the cuts I had gained. As I glanced upwards in sear
- ch of something to give me hope, my eyes fell upon a slight twinkling above me. I did not know what it was, or if it was here to help me, but it was time for me to start running.
- I ran faster than I had in my life, far from that terrifying light. Eventually I slowed. Well, that's just what it was waiting for. The flickering stopped; darkness washed over me.
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- 2013-02-12 16:10:46
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- 2016-03-14 19:16:42
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