"The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master- something that at times strangely wills and works for itself."
Charlotte Bronte

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Katherine's Mind Muser

Chapter 16
the odd couple
At exactly half past three that afternoon, under a brightly shining sun and clear blue sky, Miss Scrimmage’s top music student began the opening cords of the Wedding March.
Down the red carpet came Miss Peabody on the arm of Mr. Sturgeon.
She looked beautiful. Mr. Sturgeon told himself ‘why do I have the honor to take her up to the altar? ’. Miss Peabody’s dress was shinning with lace and satin. She had objected firmly to wearing the veil but Cathy and Diane had persuaded her to wear her hair down – she wasn’t even close to intimidating with her outfit and hair different.

Once Miss Peabody was on the altar (Mr. Sturgeon’s job was done [much to his relief]), the ceremony began.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered…"
To me, it when on and on and on and on.
"I now pronounce you man and wife." said the Justice of the Peace.
Suddenly, there was a crack. And then there it was again crack, crack! The window of the guest cottage shattered into a million pieces.
The house began to lose bricks and more windows cracked and broke.
Everyone was staring at the cottage.
"Run!" cried Mr. Wizzle.
Then, there came a hissing sound. ‘Oh no! ’ thought Boots.
The hissing sound grew louder and louder still! An immense shadow shaded the lawn – a great big balloon 10 meters high was the cause of this shadow. It had the unmistakeable features of Mr. Wizzle. On his white shirt was a red W.
Miss Peabody (now Mrs. Wizzle) laughed delightedly. "Look, Wizzle! It’s you!"



 

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