You will read this story out of your curiosity, you grow weary to read this story. You sit there in your chair reading this story to know about THIS story. You wait for the story to begin, but once you see it begin you get the anonymous feeling of someone watching you, someone staring through your window, waiting to watch your every move, seeing you read this story. Watching, staring, eating your food. You feel tense, you look to see behind you, seeing as noone is there. But you get the feeling someone is watching. With all emotion and hate while you read this story. So we shall let the story begin. A person has just moved into the house next to yours, you greet the family of a mother, a father, and two of their children, as you greet them a man comes behind you saying he came with them...He didn't he's only a man that came from the street. The family goes along with the man, as you see them enter their new house you see the man holding something, what could it be? Something for the family? No, it's a dark, shiny, brown thing that you see in the man's hand but what could it be? You go back to your house and watch T.V. you then hear banging on your window. You go to inspect what it could be. As you pull back the curtains of the window you see a cat, a hazel, green eyed cat. You then hear a knock on the door, you run to see who could be at the door. You open the door to see it's a Fed-Ex man with a package, you write your name on the sheet of paper and take the package. You open the box to see it's a small little doll, you stare at the doll, you and the doll watch each other, you put the box the doll came in on the table in front of you, while you put the doll beside you. The doll looks at you as smoke starts to come out of your kitchen. Why would the kitchen have smoke coming out of it when you didn't cook anything? You look into your kitchen as a man stands there staring at you, the man disappears in the puff of smoke from what appears the cat that was banging on your window. The cat looks in pain. You stare at the cat as it lays in pain. You then look to the left to see the doll is gone, the doll appears where the cat is laying. The doll bursts into flames, as the cat screams. That man that was with the family, was the one who disappeared into the smoke. That man was your father, you died with him in a fire...
Can I have a cookie now?
I would like it to be a chocolate cookie please.
RAW RAW RAW COOKIE COOKIE
I skipped to the end, and it does sound interesting, but I will read it all tomorrow.
( ί -ί) This story needs more mittens.
Shocking, I really don't know how to reply!
( E-E) I laughed, I cried. It became a part of me.