Topic of Choice
"Today is the day to talk about something that you feel we have missed or that you want to spend a little extra time chatting about. Ideas include, but are not limited to: a genre that does not fit into those featured earlier this week; logistics, such as blogging resources, procedures, or advice; or something completely fun with book to movie adaptations or favorite blogging games, features, memes, events, and/or activities. It’s your freebie day to choose what you like!"
I love Armchair BEA because I get to meet so many new people and see a lot of new material and blogs. Here's hoping you've all had a great time too and that you've liked learning more about me and Bibliognome. Since we get to choose the topic today, I would like to write a story with everybody.
Story Time:
You can go here and add to the old story or add to the new story in this post.
2.) Keep it clean
3.) Have fun and spread the word so the story grows
Great, now there was maniacal laughter drifting down the hallway. This was the last thing she needed after the crazy day she’d just had. Why couldn’t things just go back to normal?
Story Time:
You can go here and add to the old story or add to the new story in this post.
Rules
1.) Only write 1 to 2 sentences2.) Keep it clean
3.) Have fun and spread the word so the story grows
Great, now there was maniacal laughter drifting down the hallway. This was the last thing she needed after the crazy day she’d just had. Why couldn’t things just go back to normal?
She sighed, there was nothing left for her to do but to check out who was laughing so maniacally in the baby's playroom, she didn't want the neighbors complaining. She walked down the hallway and opened the door to the baby's room and saw a huge shadow silhouetted in the dim room by the light from the hallway.
ReplyDeleteShe froze. She was sure she had locked the door when she had left for work this morning. Right? She was pretty sure she had. Still she couldn't believe what she saw.
ReplyDeleteIt was the woman from her dream.
ReplyDeleteThe powerful witch glared directly at her with a deep knowing gaze. "This child is special." She reached our her hands, picked up the sleeping baby and disappeared.
ReplyDeleteThe woman, who let's just face it, bared a strange resemblance to the person she feared she would become... someone evil, someone maniacal, someone who couldn't care less about the offspring she had just produced.
ReplyDeleteShe shrieked with the vague hope of summoning help. But, as the last lone screaming note echoed off the playroom walls, she knew that no help would arrive.
ReplyDeleteIn despair, she did the only thing she could think of to do. She picked up her phone and starting dialing.
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