What I Would Do if it Were Ever to be Returned to Me
Title: What I Would Do if it Were Ever to be Returned to Me
Author: leejungwang
Warnings: un-betad, original, bloody, crack
Note: Some scenarios I imagine playing out if I were to ever get my pencil bag back.
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The pencil stabbed through the air in my firm grip and landed inside his eye.
He screamed, calling for help. I smiled, letting my hand drip blood on the floor.
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"Thank you so much!"
I couldn't believe it. It was back. After days of stressing out and searching to and fro, it was finally back.
"No, you shouldn't thank me, "she said morosely. "I stole it and only had the guts to admit now."
I stared at the girl before me. She was taller than me (not that surprising) and her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She didn't seem to wear much make up.
She squirmed, not knowing what to think in my silence.
Eventually, I gave a little smile at her and tried to show my appreciation to her.
"It doesn't matter," I finally replied. "You gave it back to me and that's all I wanted."
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A merry laugh-no, not quite. More sinister, merry to her ears but screeching to the one in front of her.
Honestly, it was a laugh suited for a witch. She didn't care.
Muffled screams came from inside the cauldron and she pretended to not hear.
"Hmmm...Some fresh frog eyes, bloody intestines of a stillborn baby, and...now, what am I missing?" The witch placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head. For a moment, she almost looked innocent with her short hair framing her heart shaped face with big eyes. But it was just a moment.
"Ah!" She suddenly exclaimed. "Coals! That's what I need!"
She ran to one of her many shelves and grabbed a dark bag.
"Hehehe" the witch laughed. "Hot coals in the pot to burn the human skin..." she ended in a merry note.
More muffled screaming only made the ear-splitting smile more eerie.
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Thank you for reading!
Did you notice how I ended them all in different smiles?
Author: leejungwang
Warnings: un-betad, original, bloody, crack
Note: Some scenarios I imagine playing out if I were to ever get my pencil bag back.
--
The pencil stabbed through the air in my firm grip and landed inside his eye.
He screamed, calling for help. I smiled, letting my hand drip blood on the floor.
--
"Thank you so much!"
I couldn't believe it. It was back. After days of stressing out and searching to and fro, it was finally back.
"No, you shouldn't thank me, "she said morosely. "I stole it and only had the guts to admit now."
I stared at the girl before me. She was taller than me (not that surprising) and her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She didn't seem to wear much make up.
She squirmed, not knowing what to think in my silence.
Eventually, I gave a little smile at her and tried to show my appreciation to her.
"It doesn't matter," I finally replied. "You gave it back to me and that's all I wanted."
--
A merry laugh-no, not quite. More sinister, merry to her ears but screeching to the one in front of her.
Honestly, it was a laugh suited for a witch. She didn't care.
Muffled screams came from inside the cauldron and she pretended to not hear.
"Hmmm...Some fresh frog eyes, bloody intestines of a stillborn baby, and...now, what am I missing?" The witch placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head. For a moment, she almost looked innocent with her short hair framing her heart shaped face with big eyes. But it was just a moment.
"Ah!" She suddenly exclaimed. "Coals! That's what I need!"
She ran to one of her many shelves and grabbed a dark bag.
"Hehehe" the witch laughed. "Hot coals in the pot to burn the human skin..." she ended in a merry note.
More muffled screaming only made the ear-splitting smile more eerie.
--
Thank you for reading!
Did you notice how I ended them all in different smiles?