Post by Black Sand on Dec 31, 2011 10:01:47 GMT -5
You're as sharp as a knife, and you fit like a glove
Nobody is perfect, and Eurydice knew this. But the young horse in love's mind wasn't clear. "Fushion," she said, letting the name fill her with the warm fuzzy feeling. "Another young fool, eh?" grumbled the old ghost of a shabby white unicorn. "I'm no fool," Eurydice said, a stupid smile plastered on her face. She tripped over a root. The ghost snorted, "Darling, you look like you've just drank buckets of that red liquid the gods adore," he thought for a minute, "I believe it's called wine?" Eurydice ignored him, "What do you want anyway?" she snapped at the unwanted visitor. "Entertainment" the ghost cackled at it's own joke, it then dissipated in a colum of smoke and banshee screams. Eurydice sighed with relief, talking to ghosts always wore her out.
(OPEN PEOPLES!!!!)
