Liz Swain 4:24 p.m., May 24
(Note: I will periodically post my creative writing here. They will be in various stages from raw to edited.)
Dorm Denizens By Donna P. Crilly
When we place a nickel with a shoe sack, we carve ounces into garrisons. I caught a box and whisker plot in a saltine cracker. That's a toe-tucker.
Let's fritz to spoon country and bamboozle nightgown tickets, Charlie Brown. As lava looses bleach, an errand lights a thousand fluffy kittens. Just don't catch the tooth fairy. She might diamond eye.
Four sheets a day times radish equals pineapple vodka. No more monkey juicing. It's a blind medicine cabinet in a pickle jar; like a loss of power when you're a time jingle. Don't do it.
Where again is once ago?