||[Jun. 12th, 2006|07:29 am]
Serious Creative Writing
It was hotter than Hades outside. You could surely fry an egg. |
I was walking along, singing a song, when I noticed, to my horror, that there was a person laying in the street.
He had eyes big as saucers! He was in pain.
I couldn't believe it.
I must do something!
The sun was beginning to set. It looked like a romantic evening was starting. Just me and the stranger. Alone at last.
"Why are you in pain?" I asked, caressing his face.
"Your mom just farted and I suffered a stroke."