Using me as a lab rat to experiment on my vital organs. Unknowingly of what makes this young artist gears turn. Such devine craftsmanship inside the heart of a metal interior. How does one obtain such a remarkable device. Hell wouldn't know and you not unscrewing me to investigate the possible
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Her Creature’s Ghost
Her Creature’s Ghost
In a land not known somewhere far, far away in a small village. Their lived this fair black maiden named Bernice. She was the fairest of all in her village. She had coal black skin. Kinky black hair and a slim waist with a big ol ass, but this went unnoticed on the count that she had such an ugly name. Her mother so, so old fashion. Although she was the complete opposite. When anybody spoke of her name they figure she might to be just as she was. With this she had very bad luck with relationship. She had all but giving up hope until she met this octopus after she almost drowned in a nearby lake a few miles from her cottage. He saved her life, and introduced himself as Wave. She was overwhelmed at first because she never seen, or even heard a octopus. Her only thought of this was that he was some magical prince that had have been cursed and came to prove that love came in all shapes and forms, but soon she would come to understand that Wave was simply a talking octopus and that’s it. Several years had passed, and Wave never left Bernice’s side not even for a minute. She loved him as if he was a man, and he too loved her in return. Bernice accepted Wave for all that he was. She realizes over time that he was a ghost. He told her that before he saved her she had passed. This allowed him to cross over into her world to save her. He had been her guardian threw the trials and tribulations of her life. With him by her side these last past years Bernice was the happiest she had ever been. They had both fallen in love, but in the world she lived this was forbidden. Bernice was once again heartbroken, but Wave vowed to never leave her side. So they lived the rest of their lives chasing each other on many adventures
The End
By Trinidad B.
I do not own the rights to this drawing nor does it look like the characters in my short story, I will draw all my own material but for now I will always find pictures to give you an idea
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