He struck without thinking about the consequences.
Mortified,he stared at his ghastly handiwork.And his blasphemy stared right back,its golden eye lifeless.
Panicked,he tried to back away.
Too late.He heard a bloodcurdling scream behind him...the wife!
..."So much for sunny sides up for breakfast,Raghav!"
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This is pretty much my story,minus the wife ;)
C & C people,be kind though. I'm kinda rusty, heh!
P.s:I can now sign my name.Yaaay literacy!
OMG!! That handiwork needs to be seen!! :D
ReplyDeleteThe live signature is cool!! :)
too bad I didn't feel like tweeting the pic bwahaha :D
ReplyDeletehehe thanks :)
This. Is. Awesome!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd your Live Signature rocks.
thanks gnetchy :)
ReplyDeleteI always love your fiction55
ReplyDeletewhy,thank you! <3
ReplyDeleteOoooo. Love the golden eye!!
ReplyDeleteWell,aint it dandy :D
ReplyDeleteBrief and sharp, good one. Do you know, that "sveta" in my language means "holy?" :)
ReplyDeleteHi there! :) thank you!Wow I certainly didn't know that :D Sounds good :D!In mine it just means *white* like marble-I was part albino at birth.kidding.:P
ReplyDeleteDidn't see a comment from you on G-man's page. Found you at Doc Heckle. Nice 55. My 55 is HERE .
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