The violinist turned back, searching for the same expression of happiness he conveyed.
But the audience was empty. They were gone... all gone.
"It's to late," Molly whispered to herself as she sunk down into a seat, sadly munching a peanut butter sandwich.
The peanut butter was not enough though, the peanut butter would never be enough,
for any time peanut butter was in the universe jelly must also be, for it was time.
The janitor pressed on the light switch and BOOM, the tables were full of jelly.
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Consequences I : Utopia
HumorConsequences – the game where we write a short story by passing it around a table. Each person takes it in turns to write a line. To make it more interesting, they can only see the one line before theirs. Everything else, including the start of the...
