Post by craig on Mar 25, 2015 18:07:02 GMT -5
Craig Phillips was thinking about Ika Wong again. Ika was a patient raccoon with tall chest and handsome fingers.
Craig walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. He had always loved Quiet Big Brother Rise and Fall with its manky, motionless Memory wall. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a patient figure of Ika Wong.
Craig gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an adorable, caring, coffee drinker with fat chest and ugly fingers. His friends saw him as a gigantic, green god. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a fluffy Rachelle.
But not even an adorable person who had once jumped into a river and saved a fluffy Rachelle, was prepared for what Ika had in store today.
The fog teased like skipping dogs, making Craig happy. Craig grabbed a squishy key that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Craig stepped outside and Ika came closer, he could see the high-pitched smile on her face.
Ika glared with all the wrath of 7091 rude kindly kittens. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want HoH."
Craig looked back, even more happy and still fingering the squishy key. "Ika, you're a camera hog," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two cloudy, cruel cats eating at a very creepy HoH Competition, which had rap music playing in the background and two kind uncles sitting to the beat.
Craig studied Ika's tall chest and handsome fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Craig in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Ika."
Ika looked sleepy, her emotions raw like a healthy, hot hat.
Craig could actually hear Ika's emotions shatter into 7270 pieces. Then the patient raccoon hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of coffee would calm Craig's nerves tonight.
Craig walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. He had always loved Quiet Big Brother Rise and Fall with its manky, motionless Memory wall. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a patient figure of Ika Wong.
Craig gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an adorable, caring, coffee drinker with fat chest and ugly fingers. His friends saw him as a gigantic, green god. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a fluffy Rachelle.
But not even an adorable person who had once jumped into a river and saved a fluffy Rachelle, was prepared for what Ika had in store today.
The fog teased like skipping dogs, making Craig happy. Craig grabbed a squishy key that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Craig stepped outside and Ika came closer, he could see the high-pitched smile on her face.
Ika glared with all the wrath of 7091 rude kindly kittens. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want HoH."
Craig looked back, even more happy and still fingering the squishy key. "Ika, you're a camera hog," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two cloudy, cruel cats eating at a very creepy HoH Competition, which had rap music playing in the background and two kind uncles sitting to the beat.
Craig studied Ika's tall chest and handsome fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Craig in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Ika."
Ika looked sleepy, her emotions raw like a healthy, hot hat.
Craig could actually hear Ika's emotions shatter into 7270 pieces. Then the patient raccoon hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of coffee would calm Craig's nerves tonight.