I had a nightmare last night about my Hammies. I actually dreamnt i came downstairs, and there was blood in their cage, and mr. Darcy was gone. A little white rat had gotten into their cage, and there were black rats everywhere with red tails. And it was halloween. Anyways. I was screaming and crying and throwing rats everywhere and they were going into holes on my counter (which, in real life, there are no holes in my counters). I woke up very worried.
I must have had this dream because i was baby-sitting my sisters kitten last night, its a white little snowball who is very very curious about the hammies and i kept having to swat her off the counters.
Needless to say, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley are fine. Heres a little picture of Bingley in his tiki hut.
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You're good at telling a story, lol. You've conjured up a very vivid immediate picture in just few lines, about one hundred words, I'd say.
You set the story up and introduce the characters in 30/40 words; you draw the reader in, very efficiently. I love the humour of the last sentence - the narrator looks back, a little tongue-in-cheek but worried too, about her sanity for one thing. It's all very Edgar Allen Poe, the same sense of mordant humour in amongst the horror.
Shows again you can write, no doubt about it! Not that I ever had any, lol.
And finally, on your last blog, and you mention this in your profile too and I wondered at the time. Now I give in: what is Chemical Romance?
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