No more supernatural talk, Toots, you never knew what hit you.
More than the weight, it was its bottom edge that killed her.
More than the bucket, my anger. Yoho and a bucket of zen.
She, elegant yet limp in her robe, dragon flame from the mouth of death.
Confess, reader: you made me do it.
--by eric
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it's awesome! fantastic bucket-use, and the tone is perfect. i love the last line.
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful writing. Thrilling. Thanks Eric:)
ReplyDeleteYes!!! I'm so glad you joined us Eric, this has your wit and talent written all over it :))
ReplyDeleteThank you Diane, Vesna, Zoe, for your nice comments!
ReplyDeleteReally effective and talented way to write, Eric.My congratulations!:)
ReplyDeleteI confess :) I wanted you to do it.
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