Saturday 9 February 2019

George: FRINGE EGGS BLACK WASHED FLICKERING


Whilst on my way home from my friend’s house, I spotted some mysterious, washed up, pebbles adjacent to a flickering light. I approached them. They weren’t pebbles, they were some sort of black eggs. I wondered what they were. I scratched my head and placed the palm of my hand on my fringe. Suddenly, the eggs all cracked. Emerald coloured dragons came out and firmly grabbed on to me. They started licking me, which meant they liked me. The tiny creatures swiftly flew away and as quick as Usain Bolt, they vanished. I casually continued on my voyage back home.

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