I only open my curtains when the sun’s gone down. It’s so I don’t have to see the people in the garden. They freak me out with their wide, dead-eyed stares.
“Help. Help us! My friend’s been knifed. He’s bleeding out.” The little girl eyes the panicked lime that stands before her, along with his injured lemon friend who is oozing juice fast. “Oh. I don’t know what to do.”
Hey, how do you do? Do you see all this poo that’s smeared in my lovely hair? It’s a statement, you see, for the silly lady who is in charge of my care.
She had to stand on tiptoes — on top of a stack of books, on top of a dining chair — to reach the forbidden cupboard. What might lay inside, she wondered. Chocolate? Sweeties? Chocolate-covered sweeties? She pulled open the door and yelped.
AAAAaaarrggghhhuuuuurrrgggghhhh it burns!
Teensy-weensy stories I wrote on social media this week. Molten liquid bubbles in the #crucible while the evil villain looks on. “Time to sacrifice another. Boil away!” Cackling, she tosses the next victim to its death. “Lucy! My best saucepan… look at the mess! Turn off that hob and put those gummy bears down.” “But Mum…”#vss365a — Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) June 2, 2019
“Come down. Please.” “No.” “But it’s been days.” “I’m protesting.” “You can’t stay in the tree forever.” “I can if I want.” “I said sorry.” “Your apology is futile.” “How can I make it up to you?” Continue reading on Medium >
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he picked his way through the crisscross of lasers. The diamond was almost within his grasp. His nose tickled. No. No, no, no. How could this happen to him at the very last moment? He scrunched up his face, pushed his tongue up onto the roof of his mouth, closed his eyes and held his breath. The tickle intensified. He couldn’t stop it.
Silly stories from my social media pages this week… View this post on Instagram A post shared by Ellie Scott (@tinysillystories) on May 27, 2019 at 12:17am PDT