Oh fast asleep in sugar gum heaps
Our twins are now in danger
As the tale I spin of sweet confections
Now becomes a little stranger.
In a distant black sky, where the lonely crow flies
A noise could be heard fast approaching
A sinister sound like a pack of hell hounds
A pitch both menacing and for boding.
It circled three times and landed near by
Bellowing fire and smoke.
No ordinary broom this old crone flew
It read Hoover 1200 V-twin stroke
She wore coal black chaps with chains and straps
Big boots with buckles and spurs
A long pointed hat with a black scarf that wrapped
And a jacket that boasted two words.
Hell’s Angels…..
Now who would of thought, a witch in a gang
As evil as they are.
And what about the twins fast asleep inside
Well I guess that’s for you to decide.
No worries there is another part to this story
Author notes
told ya I didn't have a clue where it was going lol
Comments
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Don't ya just hate modern technology! What kind of witch would fly on a vacuum?? LOL she's probably going to cook them in a microwave instead of an oven! Ooooh...now that would be messy!
Lovin your tale Hon!
Mary Ann
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LMAO, this is getting exciting. Kris liked the idea of the broom. Can't wait for more.
Hugs and bites,
Vampi
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intense......
very interesting write. i had to read it right twice to get the full effect.
My favorite part was,"As the tale I spin of sweet confections." There was something about this line that had me believe i was going to read a sweet little write. Then the next thing I knew it is about a sexy hells angel!
great twist I suppose I should have looked at the title more carefully!!!
great write!
keep the pen flowing!
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