I could feel not only the wetness of the rain pouring down over me but now my tears. I felt guilt and shame rising within me. I couldn't look down at what I had done. I dropped the rock onto the ground and returned to the blazing fire. I poke one of the sticks I collected through the side of the frog, resisting the urge to profusely vomit.
My evening would be spent sitting on the dirt floor next to the crackling fire as I roasted a frog that I killed. The frog did not take long to roast over the fire, once it was done I allowed the food to cool down before ripping pieces of meat from the frog and shoving it into my mouth like a feral beast.
The meat melted into my tongue. It tasted like chicken, it even looked like chicken. When I had finally stripped the frog of all its meat I dug a hole in the dirt burying it.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part Two
FantasyAzalia a seemingly normal teenage girl who is forced to get a job at her local tourist attraction. A castle to save up for college. Her small town Raven Cove won't be home for long when she get's transported through a portal into a magical land that...
