The feild was glistening like a million emeralds. Sarah stepped into the field to see her horse Dandy. Dandy was an old nag. she slowly limped over to Sarah because Sarah's dad shot her. She started to hack up cheese and chili. Then a sqiurril ran past Dandy and knockedm her off of her feet. With a last breath she fell to the ground. Hmmm...... Sarah wondered, I bet she'd taste good with some ketchup. She then pulled out a butcher knife and slaughtered her in front of her foal. Inside of her was Sarah's mom. Sarah looked at the foal. She started to pull out out her gun to kill it but the horse died. THen, she happily butchered the baby, her mother, and the old nag named DAndy. She ate them that night for dinner and enjoyed them whole-heartedly. Don't forget the ketchup!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE end
"A good plot is like a dream.If you dont write down your dream on paper the moment you wake up,the chances are you'll forget it and it'll be gone forever"-Roald Dalh.
wow, what an articulate piece of writting. No, i'm sorry but I feel that you are using this site lightly to say the least. Its supose to help people and advise them with their writting.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)
