Today is 20-10 so I picked 20% of this fabulous read.
“Group number two, please step forward.”
“I can’t do this, I can’t do this. Get your fucking hands off of me I’m not going to get my head bit off too!” Ricky was screaming. Todd had hold of him and was dragging him to stand before the towering, blood slavering monster blocking the only way out.
“Whatever, I get it.” Clarice pats me on the back. “When’s the big family dinner?”
I’m having dinner with Stephen’s family tonight. Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m going to puke at any second. And here I’m thinking it was the shrimp I didn’t eat last night. “Tonight.”
Breathe, Gert. Breathe.
“Wow. You nervous?” she asks, all guru.
“Maybe.” I swallow bile.
“I think I’d be puking.”
“Hadn’t occurred to me,” I lie.
“It’s like these fellows who name their swords ‘Skullbane’ or ‘Souldrinker’ or somesuch.” Tric tied his saltlocks into a matted knot atop his head. “Tossers, all.”
“If I were going to name my blade,” Mia said thoughtfully, “I’d call it ‘Fluffy.'”
Tric snorted with laughter. “Fluffy?”
“Byss, yes,” the girl nodded. “Think of the terror you’d instill. Being bested by a foe wielding a sword called Souldrinker… that you could live with. Imagine the shame of having the piss smacked out of you by a blade called Fluffy.”
What will you do when your best friend leaves you alone for others and you get a doll that looks A LOT like her and that seemingly seems to control her? Would you use it? Or would throw the doll away?