100 word challenge26-01-2013 | 15:14:58 | No Comments


One frosty night when the wind was blowing our caravan side to side, backward and forward . while i was attempting to sleep a misty figure ran past my window and he came running past about 20 times. Gradually he stopped and dropped a heavy green bag of tools and sliced my caravan, which costs about ten grand, in half with a chainsaw! After that malicious caravan murder he came inside and woke everyone up just for me to find out that he was real. My dad got up, grabbed his hunting rifle and yelled “you gonna die!” and shot him

by Mason Grant

Leave a Reply

Skip to toolbar