In the morning I woke up in my nice warm bed. I got up, out of my cozy cot and went to get breakfast. Dad had cooked up all of my favorite foods; bacon, eggs, sausages, and a lot of them as well. I loved the eggs, and ate a tonne of them, but the rashers and bangers just didn’t hit the target for me. All I wanted was to go back to blissful sleep in my bunk.
Non word repeat story:
I am lost. Not in the conventional sense of “oh no, don’t know where to go”. Fully absent locational knowledge. nada. There is nothing you could do that would allow me safe passage back. Monsters are coming. Need too get home. Branches. curling, gnarled, scratching; they block thoroughfare through themselves. Undergrowth crunches underfoot. It comes. My mind… black. Darkness. Morning. I won’t see… it. Tell Vanessa. Love… her.
Death. Was. we?. I… buried… dirt. Earth. Cascading onto cold flesh, rotting away from sight. underneath. The end arrives. Regardless. Destiny. Decides. Life… Fading. Cut off… others. Time, far gone, sped, slowed. But… Renewal. Salvation.
The tree… Blades.
The Race
Vin Petrol hopped into his 1978 Feint Rampage. He spoke to The Boulder in a gravely voice
“You ain’t beating me Mr Boulder”
“Shut up Vin” The Boulder replied. “Ya still got 10 movies left”
“And that’s only in this franchise. Think of all the spin-offs”
“Be quiet, Boulder” Shouted Vin. “Let’s drive”
The cars screeched up the road. The camera zoomed in on vin shifting gears 10 million times.
The ace
Skkkt went the automobile. Exhaust fumes cloud out of the pipe. The boy inside does not know how to use an automobile. He ends up in a bush. The ambulance is on the way. wee woo wee woo went the ambulance. The
Th rac
Skkrt go car. boom go car. gas go boom. man is not living. family is sad. bury man in car. rip Paul, RIP my man, Nissan gang.
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