killing mrs phinisee
i am trying to write a horror story based on a brief moment i had walking through the supermarket. i spotted a small podium, laden with greenery which had the sign proclaiming them to be "living herbs". and i had one of those moments where you get a kick out of yourself for making an internal joke that will never be funny to anyone else except for you. i thought "what if it were night of the living herbs?"
and from that, my story was born. i have created this dear little old lady protagonist who i am very fond of. and now i'm trying to scare the living daylights out of her.
and i feel bad about it. i like mrs phinsee so much that it's hard to put her through half of what im planning on.
but that's good right? if nothing else my silly little story will be an exercise.
i'm quite excited about how it might end up.
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i havent forgotten about 'mr tiddles' either. tomorrow i plan on treating myself to a starbucks and sitting- resplendant in cliche- inamongst the various conversations which will be taking place (god bless york for being a tourist trap of a city) to see if anything inspires me.
if nothing else ill get a scone and a hot chocolate out of it.
and from that, my story was born. i have created this dear little old lady protagonist who i am very fond of. and now i'm trying to scare the living daylights out of her.
and i feel bad about it. i like mrs phinsee so much that it's hard to put her through half of what im planning on.
but that's good right? if nothing else my silly little story will be an exercise.
i'm quite excited about how it might end up.
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i havent forgotten about 'mr tiddles' either. tomorrow i plan on treating myself to a starbucks and sitting- resplendant in cliche- inamongst the various conversations which will be taking place (god bless york for being a tourist trap of a city) to see if anything inspires me.
if nothing else ill get a scone and a hot chocolate out of it.