I'm litteraly raging. The hourglass's smooth skin as I breathed a sigh of relief. The torture. The pain. The agony. It was all gone, just for a second. I felt piece and tranquility when I heard the blast of a trumpet pound my eardrum like a hammer. The whole world became slow. A dull expression came to my face in realisation. The band was back. I tried to scurry away mid air but gravity forced me to stay. It was over. I breathed a sigh of acceptance as a sea of tears fell from my eyes like rain, quickly turning into patches on the floor. It was over... I'm sorry mom and dad... I couldn't make it home... they were probably worried sick and now I cant even tell them goodbye. The cold metal hit my face forming a bruise a patch the colour of a fig on my cheek, as the other instruments came toppling down, scratching and clawing at my flesh like a mountain lion. Blood pooled beneath my feet and I started getting hazy, losing my blood quicker and quicker as all of the owls piled and piled. I pounced back up to discover a room full of warming items and fluffy pillows. I quickly realised this was my room, and I escaped that horrible nightmare. I shouldn't have ate that whole wheel of cheese before bed again...
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Mixed One Shots
Fanfictionokay so sometimes i write short things for fun. This can range from actual fanfictions thatre too short to have their own stories ro just weird theories or me writing down my rage quits (looking at you, hatkid). most of them are comedy based so get...
