kendopolis
The eight legged monstrosity emerged from the underwater cavern with a fierce expression upon his squishy face. He splooshed through the water, circling me several times, and the water suddenly filled with an inky black the color of midnight.
My eye brushed the rim of the cold metal telescope as I looked through the long narrow tube and out into the endless expanse of sky that was filled with stars and planets and lost wishes and forgotten dreams.
THe huge, monstrous, brown, furry bear roared at me with the breath of the devil. It was as rank as week old-scratch that,-YEAR old garbage left in the hot, blazing sun to ferment and stink up the universe.
As my teacher passed out the text, my heart pounded like a drum. She reached my desk, and a blank sheet of paper lay face down on the wooden surface of the desk. I flipped it over, and I was thinking "Hey, this isn't so hard!" when I saw that the test had 50 questions.
I slip into my warm flannel pajamas on the cool, crisp fall evening. The warm, velvety fabric feels gentle against my dry skin after a harsh day of itchy fabric.
The beams of yellow glistening light streamed in from the dusty windowpane, illuminating the surface of the counter where the paper lay. The paper that told my future. Whether I was accepted. And I had to be accepted. Or I would die.
The random burble of endless speech echoed throughout the cafeteria. It was nearly impossible to hear your own conversation over the everpresent chatter. The lunchroom was a place to eat, yes, but mostly, it was a place to talk. And talk. And talk.
I was alone. He had gone, left me, abandoned me. All was lost. I sat sprawled across the cold, dirty linoleum floor, bawling my eyes out. He had left me for good.
Many years had passed by since the tiny acorn was planted. It had bloomed and blossomed into a magnificent Oak tree that overlooked the entire town. It had grown with such strength that it overshadowed even the tallest buildings of the town!
The crisp fall air rustled through my hair as I passed an old oak tree with branches faded and broken, and nearly falling off. I passed a burbling crystal brook framed with lush cattails.
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