“The world was coming to an end and Johnny knew it. He could feel to warmth of evaporation as the aliens condemned him. “”Tell us now.”” They beeped from inside their machines of wonder. Johnny shook his head and cried at the fact of his death at fifteen. He wondered where…wfbkewwehguk”
At that point, Marty J. Maskers had been writing this thrilling new novel, It Came from the Mountain, for three hours straight. He had designed the perfect cover, a perfect plot; the only problem was the gaping middle-end. He had waited for the plot to come into his head but nothing came up. “Marty? Are you still awake?” called a voice. His little sister Marinna was at the door. Opening the door, he saw a green alien. “AAAAH!” he cried, slamming the door.
THIS IS WHEN ONE HAS BEEN WRITING FOR WAAAAAAAAAY TOO LONG!!!
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This is true. So true. -Kelsey
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