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This one had something to do with "Your perfect day". This was during the 2nd quarter and for some reason I didn't put paragraphs in any of the ones I did at that time, and I don't know why... If this one doesn't suit your tastes, I have much better works in the last quarter project | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
My Perfect Day | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
My perfect day begins with a snow day. Being the giddy little school girl that I am, I decided to frolic in the midst of the snow to further enhance my disbelievment that the very thing I'm prancing about in has prevented the continuation of my daily drudgery at the dreaded education-center many refer to as, "school". To begin this oh so wonderful day, I decided to gather my friends to wander the streets as I carry my scarry-lookin' skull staff (this skull staff is merely a staff with a skull on top, all of it made entirely of wood. 'Twas a present I received on Santa-day!). As we wander the streets, we yell praises of relief from the escape of the day's brain treatment. As we near the end of our resilience towards the cold, we are approached by a disturbed neighbor who seems to have been interrupted by our obnoxious cries of joy (perhaps they are desperate cries for attention...). Just as we were about to depart after giving out most sincere apologies, he didn't seems to be satisfied. Slowly (then really fast-like), he pulls a sharp-poking weapon from behind his back and attempts to drive it into the place where my friend keeps his brain...HIS SPLEEN!!! Narrowly missing, he gives us a twisted maniacal grin and starts shrieking like a mad man hooked on peanut butter! Each of us run our individual paths in hopes of escape, but the psycho is too fast for all of us to evade some sort of grotesque means of horrifying pain (and gore!). As I head for the woods, the others go on to run down side streets, backyards, and some just crawling into peoples' windows. When I have ran far enough into the woods to feel safe from Mr. Crazy-person, I will hear a bloodcurdling scream muffled by the sounds of puncture wounds occuring again, and again, and once more, again! As I make my way through the thicket of the woods, I will stumble upon a burial ground of some sort. After taking a quick pic for my scrap book, I will trudge onwards through the woods and out into a parallel dimension! No sooner have I found this that I realized that I was just on the other side of the woods and back in the civilized world. So, I will make my way around the woods and back home, where I shall rest and dream of pleasant things, like ketchup! What will become of my friends, you wonder? Well that's a whole new surprise for the next day to bring, but it will be nowhere near as exciting as the day before, but still pretty good. |
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