Warren_Paul
Banishment this world!
Just don't start stories about spiders...
So now we know what to make next month's theme about...
Just don't start stories about spiders...
So now we know what to make next month's theme about...
Indeed we do.
Anything but spiders.
Scorpions?
I think the stories would all have very sharp endings.
Anything but spiders.
Memory Tale,
What the heck, my middle name IS Romanadravetnulunda.
Bob R. S. Sr.
so glad, I was worried the barbeque sauce stains under my nails would give it away. Never can seem to get those...Sure, very convincing...
and much better then the story I couldnt quite figure out how to write at all involving a peach who didnt want to be canned because she thought she was the sun.Hopewrites: You know, I think this explains a lot. I always knew refrigerators were nothing more than magical boxes! How else does that little light flip on when the door opens? But all jokes aside, this was an interesting twist on the theme that, while anticipated, would make into a perfect children's story.
hmm I am arent i. The whole room is mouthy, but i suspect the fridge to be harboring those with the coldest dispositions.And a very nice first attempt it was too; Vertigo, Stormcow, HW, all excellent. *Hope you are going to have to do something about the fridge.... *
Its not my fault! I was just on my way back to bed from the candy filled pantry and over heard the whole thing.Hope, what did I tell you about pizza at bedtime?
On the other hand, perhaps a strong sleeping pill -- I'm sure I would need one, if my fridge was like yours!
whos to say my meatloaf doesnt have Meatloaf in it?? (I will, it doesnt.) What I want to know is how that mold-covered-thing keeps evading my dead-food-detector.Hope – How strange? And to start with I thought we were going to have a hellish opus conducted by a large rock singer. (which reminds me I have not listened to that in ages?). Instead we have an unsettling tale of a disgruntled committee representing the community of a fridge taking things into their own hands. If I knew the refrigerator had life like that inside it, and was left a message in sauce on the door it get the best clean of its life. Which reminds me...
I have been transformed back into a human for a few hours and must say what a delight it is to read your stories. I anticipate being a rosebush again soon, what with weddingness coming on fast. but since they have to be done before voting I have no fear of missing out on that fun.
I have my buss ticket for the 16hr ride, but it turns out my dress might be the wrong color... so i'm bringing two.