Daydream
Ned began to feel trapped, his mind running through all the possible things that might help him escape an untimely demise over the last cookie. Fortunately, not much thinking was necessary as a few seconds later, his sister faltered in her threatening gun-pointing and seemed to fall into a trance. Oh, she's daydreaming! His mind concluded helpfully. Brushing aside his other questioning thoughts, he quietly made for the doorway behind him, keeping an eye on the potential danger in the room. After safely backing out of sight, Ned was about to slip outside too. He instead went against his best interests to watch as his sister set down her weapon. Completely ignoring his absence, she plopped down on the nearest tall chair and began to nibble on the last cookie in the house. With his childish curiosity satisfied, Ned scurried out the door after hearing a muttered, "But with dark ones, not nasty semi-sweet, ugh."
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Essay Journal
RandomTis' a group of my essays that I do impromptu every Friday. Hopefully I'll succeed in putting up a new installment every week until who knows. Feel free to say whatever you think about any of them. I appreciate any feedback.
