lance012
Last time I went camping I was chased by a bear. He wanted to tell me something about my past that was imperative for my future. But, being a bear, all I did was run, run, run, run, run. I ran until I couldn't feel it anymore. I ran. I ran. I stumbled. I fell. All ended in a blank haze of nonfeeling.
"Wait, where are you taking me???" he shouted. "Shut up!" I said. "But...but...but...NOOOO!!!" The junkyard was in sight and my '87 Cabriolet was fighting me. The gears weren't shifting, the brakes weren't working, we plowed into a heap of scrap metal, and it was I that was buried in the junkyard.
You suck at writing! she said. But I never listened. Her comment flew over my head like that baseball did so many years ago. You know, the one where I was supposed to catch it and we would have won that really important game. Eh. I didn't care then, and I definitely don't care now. I guess I was just as lousy at baseball then as I am at writing now...eh.
There was a bloody feud between the two brothers. John shouldn't have stolen his brother's favorite watch and throw it in the lake along with all of his brother's other priceless antiquities. It was a big lake. And now it is much bigger. ...And more expensive.
rawr!
She had fangs like a lion. I didn't know what to do. She trapped me inside as if I were a tiny penguin fighting his way through the cold, alone, lost, and hungry. It was my only weakness. Trying in vain for a way out into the heat and sunlight, opposed by her imminent clutch. Dead forever.
I took the wind and threw it at her sail. But she collapsed it. And I was stuck thinking to myself: "Wow, what a woman!" Before she knifed me in the jugular. And well...there's nothing more to say.
I took a walk on the shore of desperation. She had me by the ankles all the way to the log cabin. I was...well...I was without thought for a moment until she said "Hey, honey, let's take a walk on the wild side." I said, "Hey, darling, that's not the worst idea you've ever had."