Sunday, August 8th 2004
I wrote this for an online contest.
The Prize
By Marissa A Spencer
“Shhh…. yer gonna wake em up! Shhhh… I tell ye… Shaddup!” In the darkness a soft splash was heard then a loud clang. Gruntbag whispers as he feels along in the fetid darkness, “Lumpwart! How are we supposed to steal that prize with you making such an awful racket?” More >
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