as small as a world and as large as alone

3:37am July 19, 2014

lichgem:

isabelknight:

lichgem

Will you tell me a spooky skeleton story?

Once upon a time, there was a spooky skeleton girl who lived in a spooky house on the hill. Every day she wore a different color ribbon on her skull.

She had a good life, spooning soup onto the floor and pretending to eat, watching Netflix, and petting her spooky skeleton cat. But she was often lonely.

Little did she know, she was nextdoor neighbors with an ass-kicking werewolf. The ass-kicking werewolf was a cozy creature who liked to spend time with her cat and her ass-kicking husband, and playing videogames. Somehow, she and the spooky skeleton never crossed paths, even though they lived so close to each other.

Every night on the full moon, the ass-kicking werewolf would make her special werewolf moonshine. And on those nights, the spooky skeleton liked to sit inside and admire the moon from the window.

But one night the spooky skeleton got a little peckish for barbecue, so she went outside and started grilling.

From her own neck of the woods, the ass-kicking werewolf began to smell something delicious. After a while, it was just too much. She bottled up her finest batch of moonshine, and loped off in search of that delicious smell.

It was then she came across the spooky skeleton girl, grilling not-so-spooky kebabs and ribs. 

“Hi,” said the ass-kicking werewolf. “I couldn’t help but notice how good that smells. If I share my moonshine with you, will you share your barbecue with me?”

And the spooky skeleton girl said, “Yes, I would love to! I can’t really eat this anyway. It just goes right through my ribs.”

So they sat together under the moon, and drank moonshine, and ate kebabs. They became best friends, and introduced their cats to each other. And now every full moon, barbecue and moonshine is a tradition, commemorating the first time they met.

Awwww that is so sweet.  I love your writing.  And your poetry.

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