It's awake, and it's crabby... Lobsterman!
It's awake, and it's crabby... Lobsterman!4
"Aaaaarg! Run the Lobsterman is here with his sicko lover Godzilla." DAMN IT! I'm not even Japanese and far to young to die!!!" After panicking I came to my senses and looked for4
The nearest subway station. The platform was filled with Middle English cooks, one of whom knew me somehow. Apparently, I bagged his mum 's groceries. They offered me Erbolate.1
I offered the Middle English cooks my middle finger. Alarmed, they backed away from me. "Hex us not!" wimpered Abigail, her ample wimple withering from the sweat on her brow.5
Yet no wimple could hide the dimples on her lovely round face. The wind whistled eerily through the woods. Abigail weirdly grinned and whispered, "The witching hour..."6
Barefoot, prowling through the dense woods, her souls numb to the aching of the litany of dying leaves. "The witching hour is soon..." she whispers again, letting her words linger.6
Her apprentice tugged on her cape. "I brought some comfortable slippers." The witch winced, "The souls of the forest, not the soles of my feet." "Oh, my mistake, oolong?"4
The witch raised her hand to smack her but the apprentice pointed her attention to the clouds that were filling the sky above them. A bridge for the souls of the forest appeared.5
"I ain't going 'cross there!" complained the girl. THWAP! The witch gave in and smacked her hard, leaving imprints from her rings in her cheek. "Now GET to crossin'!" She yelled at5
the girl. The girl growled and raised her fists. "Honey," she snarled at the witch, "I grew up on the streets. I'll show ya how we rumble." She flung a punch and felled the witch.6
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Woab Aug 21 2018 @ 11:51
Ooh! I likes the medieval turn this took.
ValkyrieGrrl Aug 21 2018 @ 23:46
Dang it, Bunnycookies, you're simply mahvelous!