Creative Writing
Once upon a time, I woke up early in the morning
and made me some breakfast. I had a very important job to do, & that was to
feed the women in need, or greed. So after making sure I was clean, I walked to
the front door. Outside was an endless line of females ages 16-24, waiting for
me, the master, to come through with their food. The sky was purple, and after
feeding these cloth-less ladies, all of a sudden one female tried to eat too
much, just because the feast was over and she thought she could get some more.
Therefore without paying extra money for the extra serving she got, she tried
to run into my parking lot full of transformers. Her bare feet did not math my
footprint, so the alarm went off and the transformers woke up. Somehow though,
instead of going for her they started fighting each other, & everything
just got hectic. I was tired of all this so I planted a bomb under the parking
garage and blew us all up. We all died. At least we resting in peace, though.
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