Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The egg

On a dark and stormy night, there was a VERY loud Cracking Sound. It was just too dangerous to find out what it was until the following morning when it was lighter, and the wind had stopped. 
Horrors of Horrors, the very LAST creme egg had fallen off the tree, and it was lying in a sticky puddle of goo. There were only 3 of us left to tend to this horrible mess. So we thought of an idea of how to get rid of the egg, and clean up the mess.  Suddenly, before we could do anything, 1 of the us went on the egg, and sunk right through. Swallowed whole by what was left of the egg, never to be seen again.

By Sam H

1 comment:

  1. Sam, I really enjoyed your take on the prompt this week. Your story had both a spooky atmosphere and a light hearted tone to it, well done. I thought you wrote some good descriptions and used emphasis effectively. Thank you for sharing your work, I hope you keep entering the 100 word challenges!
    Mrs Pratt (team 100WC)

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