Friday 27 September 2013

100#WC

It was a swift of happiness as the bride came in. “Where’s everyone?” She wondered around the corner as she finally came to a strange box. It was a box with strange looking eyes, a pot shape with a mean looking attitude. She came to check it out as she somehow got unbalanced and fell in. “Ouch…” She mumbled, it was a steep hole, all was blackness...

“Help! Help!” A faint cry came over a little boy. The boy wondered over and found a pot with two legs sticking out. He wondered closer as he got unbalanced, suddenly he fell...

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