“Why would I do that?” Said my little sister. Her infuriating grin widened as she looked at the broken vase that lay on the floor. “I’m just a sweet little girl. I would never do anything like this!”
“Oh really?” I responded. She looked at the broken pieces. “Yep. This could only be done by you.”
I grabbed a broom, and quickly started to gather the broken pieces of the vase into a neat pile, which I swept under the fridge. I stared at my sister, wondering if she would wreck anything else.
Then the door opened. Dad was home.
My neighbour Ham Regularly eats Frog soup, with a dash of Lime. He says this improves the flavour, but I’m not that sure. Last week, when the Clock struck 2:30, he invited my family over to his house for dinner. We thought it was a bit early, but we came anyway, in case we offended him.
For dinner Ham served us roast beef, toasted over an open Flame, and for dessert we had apple pie, cooled by being sat on a block of Ice. Although he is weird. My neighbour Ham is generally a nice person. He’s quite weirdly fabulous.
So, as I looked over the edge, I saw a long, long drop down. My stomach lurched slightly, and I dug my hands into the railing, my gloves crunching against the small ice particles.
“It isn’t that bad, if you don’t look over the edge.” Said my dad, following my gaze. I thought it was easy for him to say. He wasn’t afraid of heights.
I sat down on a bench, the wet snow crackling as it slid away from me. I hadn’t exactly been excited when dad had announced we’d be going up to Mt. Bulla to go skiing.
One day I was walking my dog and I saw a huge bridge that somebody had sprinkled pink daffodils on. My dog spotted a quite big daffodil floating on the water, and decided to jump right off the bridge to go get it, dragging me with him.
I hit the water and I felt like I landed on a bouncy castle. I looked down and realised that I had, and when I realised it I sprung back in the air. My dog decided to jump on my back and slobber in my ear.
Soon I realised I was in trouble.
One day a child was walking in the park when they saw two spiky green things. They asked their friend what it was, but their friend didn’t know, so they picked them off the tree and took them home. When they got home the spikes started to grow until they were as long as a pencil. Then the spiky green things came alive and ate the two kids. Then it danced around and ate all the food, until it decided to take over the world and turn everything into a spiky green thing like it.
It was a weird day.
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When you wake up in the morning, you have to grab a hula skirt and dance around your bedroom, singing “MAGICAL UNICORNS ARE GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH” and then eat half your pillow. Then you have to run downstairs and sneeze into the compost bin five times.
No, no. I can hear you already. I hear your excuse. But I didn’t understand the instructions!
You did. Don’t lie to me. You have to do this. If you don’t have a hula skirt, take it from your siblings or parent. If you don’t have a pillow steal it.
You do understand.
The fire lion is a very rare sight. It can be found in the wetlands of India and the forests in the ocean. Usually they are seen eating Chinese or Russian food. If you get to close to one, they might turn into a tree. Young fire lions are usually accompanied wherever they go by a rabid cockroach that acts as their guard. If you’re careful, you might see one. If you’re not, it might explode! Don’t look into the eyes of a teenage fire lion for too long, or you’ll start feeling like you ate a ton of pizza.
I shuddered at the thought of being SHOUTED at. I could almost hear somebody’s voice cutting through the cold MISTY air. I FRANTICALLY wondered where everyone else was. I could feel the cold mist cut into my bones, freezing them as my breath curled up in the air like a spiral of smoke rising from a fire. Deep in the mist, I could hear GRAVE voices speaking quietly. Who were they? What did they want? I look the other way, and saw a flash of CRIMSON in the corner of my vision. I shrunk back, unsure of what would happen.
The icy air stung my eyes, as I looked over the wall, afraid of what I would see. All I saw was fog, covering everything beyond the wall. Soon through the thickening sheet of fog, I saw two figures running away from something. Something hidden in the fog. Something dark. Something evil. Although they ran quickly, they were still not making enough progress to escape it. Deep in my stomach, I could feel the dread rising and I dropped my gaze and fell down the back of the wall. I could feel that this thing would come for us all.
The eggs sat on the table, grinning at the rabid squirrels that had put them there as the squirrels nommed on salty lollipops. Outside the window in the warm winter air, a sick astronaut floated around and played go fish with a talking pink dog. Down the street the leaves practised their martial art skills on the dirt that floated in the sky. My neighbour was walking their goldfish across the air and eating some nails while they went. A worm was chasing a bird with an iron-studded club and trying to hit it. Today was a completely normal day.