Young Writers Society

I would crawl

Greek gods rule

Suddenly I heard

a subtle growl

which belonged to

a pink fairy

who was flying

at one gazillion

miles per hour

through a haze

of water baloons

which proceeded to

((OK, this is what we have so far:))
Yesterday, I saw big purple elephants eating my house. They sucked out my book shelves and ate my Oscar Wilde collection. And the Foxtrot comic book that was drenched in grape juice and crunchy peanut butter they liked it. I was miffed that they had known.

“Don't run away from me!" I yelped to my dog Skippy.

Skippy looked quizzically "Er - Why not?"

"Because i'm sexy"

Then Skippy ate my neighbour's wig. She was so furious that she kicked Skippy. I kicked her back. Now she knows that bogeys look very much boogery to the boogers. And so they went to the supermarket and kicked the cashier, who was killed instantly. I couldn’t help because I fell down on my knees. It felt so painful that I screamed, and began to cry.

“Woe is me!” My dog cried and sniffed his at the sexy packaging of the dog food with men who jumped through dream-catchers, screeching bloody murder to the dog who read Nabokov out of cat bowls where the mice nibbled the hamster's tail.

The hamster bit back ferociously and the mice ate your food I squished the annoying little bat that flew around to bite your ear. I killed my science textbook so that I could pee on the toilet seat.

“Ew. That is gross,” I said before I took my laptop and ran away from the bear with really sharp claws.

Then I kicked you with my cat drenched in orange soda and licked my lollipop happily.

Then you skipped across meadows singing, “I’ll kill you ta toi.”

Then I tripped the Wicked Witch and her sister, who were knitting red woolly jumpers. They were big and smelled of French fried buffalo with tomato ketchup. The jumpers lay in a Cadillac that was pink, parked outside. Only two ducks remained. On the leather seat. They had exercise machines and return tickets to Dunkirk. They loved green eggs and ham. Rabid foxes played Jenga on an ivory bathtub while eating the stinky maggoty bread but I don’t believe that flies really fly. I don’t fly myself so why should they? After all they do have planes in the jungle near a lion’s toenail, where resides many little insects. They giggle with glee and sorrow and one tear which falls slowly onto the cold hard earth that hold us close shadows have eyes to see in the dark hours of the night. But nothing matters when you eat… chocolate cake with… a fork and a knife… and a spoon… and a toothpick… plated in gold… with chocolate sprinkles and cherry pie.

With seven beavers who dance and bowled until they saw a giant who picked his friends very carefully… from the bag… and put them… into a bag. Full of goo when they gargled peanut butter ketchup… and played some… fooze ball with Sigrfied and Roy. While running with… huge electric scissors… while trying to… juggle five tigers who ate him. Every so often just so they could jump around and play with Batman action figures. While running through vats of jelly they both screamed because they saw giant flying kangaroos shooting laser guns at jumbo shrimp…I can’t believe that they had no blood in their parachute pouches could hold on to the exploding amount of purple atomic bombs that decided to eat the strangely large cookies.

So then I looked over at the mammoth flirting a beautiful maiden with long beautiful and gorgeous toes. He decided to give her a gargantuan piece of cake.

Because she really loved when the warm oven burned the man, he screamed, “What a terrible cow to sell on a Sunday!” Then he ran I loved him, but also kicked the brown chair.

I licked a greenish pink lollipop. It said, “You know that I got a hippopotamus that will kick then eat your happy dancing monkey for peanut-butter day when I sneeze.”

That was probably a beautiful metaphor I hoped but, I am actually very doubtful of that blonde guy who gave me this flaming sword it is way princessy than any other sword I had ever slain a chimera so I could never greet morning purple morning doves in da hood. Given the chance, I would love to go to upside-down land where I would crawl Greek gods rule suddenly I heard a subtle growl which belonged to a pink fairy who was flying at one gazillion miles per hour through a haze of water balloons which proceeded to atomically explode. She

was pinker than

Yesterday, I saw big purple elephants eating my house. They sucked out my book shelves and ate my Oscar Wilde collection. And the Foxtrot comic book that was drenched in grape juice and crunchy peanut butter they liked it. I was miffed that they had known.

“Don't run away from me!" I yelped to my dog Skippy.

Skippy looked quizzically "Er - Why not?"

"Because i'm sexy"

Then Skippy ate my neighbour's wig. She was so furious that she kicked Skippy. I kicked her back. Now she knows that bogeys look very much boogery to the boogers. And so they went to the supermarket and kicked the cashier, who was killed instantly. I couldn’t help because I fell down on my knees. It felt so painful that I screamed, and began to cry.

“Woe is me!” My dog cried and sniffed his at the sexy packaging of the dog food with men who jumped through dream-catchers, screeching bloody murder to the dog who read Nabokov out of cat bowls where the mice nibbled the hamster's tail.

The hamster bit back ferociously and the mice ate your food I squished the annoying little bat that flew around to bite your ear. I killed my science textbook so that I could pee on the toilet seat.

“Ew. That is gross,” I said before I took my laptop and ran away from the bear with really sharp claws.

Then I kicked you with my cat drenched in orange soda and licked my lollipop happily.

Then you skipped across meadows singing, “I’ll kill you ta toi.”

Then I tripped the Wicked Witch and her sister, who were knitting red woolly jumpers. They were big and smelled of French fried buffalo with tomato ketchup. The jumpers lay in a Cadillac that was pink, parked outside. Only two ducks remained. On the leather seat. They had exercise machines and return tickets to Dunkirk. They loved green eggs and ham. Rabid foxes played Jenga on an ivory bathtub while eating the stinky maggoty bread but I don’t believe that flies really fly. I don’t fly myself so why should they? After all they do have planes in the jungle near a lion’s toenail, where resides many little insects. They giggle with glee and sorrow and one tear which falls slowly onto the cold hard earth that hold us close shadows have eyes to see in the dark hours of the night. But nothing matters when you eat… chocolate cake with… a fork and a knife… and a spoon… and a toothpick… plated in gold… with chocolate sprinkles and cherry pie.

With seven beavers who dance and bowled until they saw a giant who picked his friends very carefully… from the bag… and put them… into a bag. Full of goo when they gargled peanut butter ketchup… and played some… fooze ball with Sigrfied and Roy. While running with… huge electric scissors… while trying to… juggle five tigers who ate him. Every so often just so they could jump around and play with Batman action figures. While running through vats of jelly they both screamed because they saw giant flying kangaroos shooting laser guns at jumbo shrimp…I can’t believe that they had no blood in their parachute pouches could hold on to the exploding amount of purple atomic bombs that decided to eat the strangely large cookies.

So then I looked over at the mammoth flirting a beautiful maiden with long beautiful and gorgeous toes. He decided to give her a gargantuan piece of cake.

Because she really loved when the warm oven burned the man, he screamed, “What a terrible cow to sell on a Sunday!” Then he ran I loved him, but also kicked the brown chair.

I licked a greenish pink lollipop. It said, “You know that I got a hippopotamus that will kick then eat your happy dancing monkey for peanut-butter day when I sneeze.”

That was probably a beautiful metaphor I hoped but, I am actually very doubtful of that blonde guy who gave me this flaming sword it is way princessy than any other sword I had ever slain a chimera so I could never greet morning purple morning doves in da hood. Given the chance, I would love to go to upside-down land where I would crawl Greek gods rule suddenly I heard a subtle growl which belonged to a pink fairy who was flying at one gazillion miles per hour through a haze of water balloons which proceeded to atomically explode. She was pinker than an elephant who