story time...

[gnutmeg]

Once upon a time, a long time ago, it was a dark and stormy night. Oh my gods, cliché already... It was a rather nice dark and stormy night, as far as such things went, but that's really not the point of this story at all.

So, anyways, there was this storm, like I was saying, and it was this really windy, rainy, thundery storm. Is thundery even a word? And in the midst of all this tempest was a house. It wasn't a large house, or an old house, or even having any features that made a house extrordinary. In fact, it was rather boring so we will skip past the house to what was inside of it, which is what really matters here.

A little girl sat by the window of the house, watching the storm in all its glory. Wait. Not girl. It was a boy. A little boy sat by the window of the house, watching the storm in all its glory. The boy was all alone in the house. Well, except for his hamster. And three birds. And the cat. Oh, and his parents sleeping upstairs. So, I guess he wasn't all that alone.

Anyway, here was this boy watching the storm and... and... >.> something happened. Something of great significance. And then... I found twenty dollars and everyone died. THE END.


>.> o.o <.<     *runs away*





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[crantz.livejournal.com]

not even a little?

[lirimaer.livejournal.com]

Only if there is love. Then again, I am no longer at work, so you can spam if you want and I won't stop you.