I dropped my toothbrush and when I bent to pick it up, found myself staring into a pair of intensely black, beady eyes. I did not scream. I'd like to claim that was because I remembered my hard working and tired parents asleep in an adjacent room, but I think it was simply because I was paralyzed with horror.
I stared into those eyes and they stared back at me. Then the creature gave a horrid little gurgle and jumped at me. I ran out and double bolted the door from the outside.
Now I can never enter my bathroom again.
And the essay's barely begun. I'm still recovering from a serious case of jangling nerves.
It's gonna be a long night.
3 comments:
what is this essay for/about?
It's a piece for this magazine I'm freelancing for. Stuff on contributing to the society. Dreadfully dull, which is why I procrastinated so much in the first place.
he he he.. tried kissing the frog?? maybe it wud have turned into a prince ;)
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