Wednesday, July 16, 2008
3.
Koopa sat solitary with a wisping tongue. Frogs hoped at the opposite side of the glass container. Koopa wondered why his life extended no further than a twelve foot radius. A pair of hands extended from overhead delivering a tasty fury creature. Koopa thought about eating it, but that just didn't seem very challenging anymore. The frogs started chirping.
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Three days in and I hit the wall (i.e. I would rather have had my nails ripped out with white hot tongs than write anymore, but being a good masochist I pressed on and delivered this sterling piece of prose), this is what I like to call mailing it in. On the plus side we have the first appearance of frogs.
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