Ah, my lycanthropic arthropods! Too long have you been left abandoned. Too long have you endured the mundanity of life without my glorious writing. Too long have you been left with no farewell, but merely an entreaty to stab the annoying with corrective writing implements(this entreaty still stands, mind you). Allow me to refresh your very damned souls with my infernal text.
I have a story to tell. There once was a beautiful young girl, with hair like silk and eyes like the moon. Then she went bald. And a centipede laid eggs in her eyes and they were eaten away by the larva. And everyone decided she was a witch.
The end.
I think I'll call my story The Littlest Witch. Best seller material, right?
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ReplyDeleteI like the idea, I'll admit. But lycanthropic arthropods? How would that even work?
ReplyDeleteMet: What in the world do you mean?
ReplyDeleteElphaba: A werepenguin fails to catch a fish, but bites it, lycanthropizing it. Said fish proceeds to assault mollusks. One escapes with merely injury and lycanthropy. Said mollusk is eaten by a crab. The end.
Okay...
ReplyDeleteHey, sounds like a classic fairy tale. Right next to one about a boy falling off a wall and splattering into a million pieces.
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