Describe something you & your character were not supposed to touch.
That last hit was tricky. As the final reams of smoke dissipated into the marsh fog, I recited a fully-barred Vega, my autodidactic Lakota storytelling stick. You absolutely zonked away, didn't you, Charles? That was Mother Earth's last blunt. It sucked all of absolute modernism out of nature. Charles, now, the storytelling stick is yours. I will listen forever.
The cloying chocolate Swisher was charring nicely behind the endangered heron prepubescently swallowing the silver crappie. My tail vociferated itself lovingly turning sexily, then raunchily for my older brother. I do wonder where I lost him. Amidst the final puff, deep cool description of skin on the Isis-transformed White Buffalo Calf magnetizing family gene pool lust. Charles's eyes flagellated dart like between the billows of maple limbs.
The cloying chocolate Swisher was charring nicely behind the endangered heron prepubescently swallowing the silver crappie. My tail vociferated itself lovingly turning sexily, then raunchily for my older brother. I do wonder where I lost him. Amidst the final puff, deep cool description of skin on the Isis-transformed White Buffalo Calf magnetizing family gene pool lust. Charles's eyes flagellated dart like between the billows of maple limbs.