Ah, Tuesday morning, just what you'd expect to happen after a Monday. Only on most Tuesday mornings you don't wake up to ghouls outside of your window and a fairy-god mother gone rogue in your kitchenette.
Wait, since when did you have a kitchenette? And when did ghouls and fairy-god mothers become real? Also, this isn't your house. "Well, only one thing to do" you say grabbing the conveniently placed hedge trimmers. "Time to do some ghoul clean up."
The rogue fairy-god mother looked at you with bewilderment but it wasn't long before she summoned a murder of crows to back you up.
Night came and you prepared to rest. Before you drifted into the unconscious you looked out the window, except this time there were no stars, no moon, just a swirling mass of animated mannequins. "They'll be there tomorrow" you say as you fall into a rewarding nights sleep.
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Practice makes pretense
RandomHello~ In this book you will find a collection of writing done in response to prompts. I am going to be writing a prompt a day. If you have time I would love if you would respond to these two questions! 1) What was your favorite thing about the wr...
