I haven't had anything too exciting happen to me, but I want to buy plant since my parents won't let me have a puppy. Maybe then I won't have fun playing with snails in bio lab. I think it's time for a short story!
(pause for cheers and the like)
Our heroine, who we haven't heard from in a long time - Nargaret - was faced with the ever so daunting task of cleaning her room. It was awful, she would rather do something else much worse, like sky dive without a parachute, or clean a crocodiles teeth with a toddlers toothbrush. But no, it was time. There comes a time in every young woman's life where she needs to grow a pair of hypothetical (or is it figurative?) balls and do what she fears most. This certain young woman feared the monsters hiding under the mountain of shit that was her laundry and homework all mixed together.
She poked at it with the stolen roller stick she found under the couch and waited with bated breath for the responding growl.
None came and exhaled, relieved.
Was it really neccessary? She wondered, turning a full circle in the room to view the rest of the mess, there wasn't any really, she bent and started gathering some misplaced books and her back was to the now trembling pile, she didn't even hear as a soft rumble filled the room - she placed it to the growing storm outside and continued singing lady gaga off key and wiggling her butt a bit.
The pile then began to grow and cast it's looming shadow across the small room, but Nargaret also attributed that to the storm outside, the sun was being blocked out by clouds, that must be it.
But when the pile finally let out a loud screeching roar, she whirled around, and her eyes widened to the size of the oranges in the fruit basket outside.
"What the fff-----" but it was cut off as the pile opened it's mouth and swallowed her whole. All that was left was her silver ballet flat and her sunglasses, which she had forgotten she placed on top of her head.
.... to be continued??
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