Per TS's request, I've returned with stories, tea, and chocolate chip cookies. Okay, you're right. TS didn't request the cookies. I did. I always do. I'll share, though; I made one extra for all of you. Its half-baked chocolate morsels will achieve a blissful mess. I promise. After all, you deserve the best. I'm warming Lemon Zinger in the teapot, too. Cream and sugar?
I drove all day (and when I say drove, I mean that I started the roadtrip in Los Angeles. Driving has a different meaning there, but that's a scary story for another time). Thus, I'm tired and especially grateful to Jenny Matlock. Thanks, Jenny, for this post project.
The Saturday Centus task involves creating a piece that doesn't exceed 100 words. This week's prompt is bolded below. We'll just pretend it's still Saturday, and I'm not tardy. Okay? Good answer. Here's your cookie.
Warning: This is truly a dark one. Feel free to ignore it, but do nibble at the cookie first. My wit promises to return in the morning.
Gather around, children. Warm yourselves by the fire. Grab a s'more, and snuggle up to your folks. This is the scariest story I've ever heard...
As the sun disappeared on the darkest of days, so too did goodness and morality. We don't know how or why, but a tenacious evil sprung forth throughout the universe. Criminals ran amok. People murdered their loved ones. Children, even, resorted to assaulting each other.
Don't fret, my darlings. Improvement was slow but assured, thanks to Owl's mentorship.
Reclining in his lounge chair, Giraffe sighed. That, my dears, is what happened when humans ruled the earth.