"Hmm... catastrophe? No, wait, that's eleven letters... I need ten..." James pondered as he stared down at his word search. "What do you think Dom?"
He turned to his friend for suggestions.
"I can't figure out ten down..." James said. "The end of life as we know it... Any ideas?"
Dom didn't respond.
"I got it! Apocalypse!" James exclaimed victoriously as he filled in the box.
Grinning, he gave Dom a triumphant whack on the back, dislodging the skeleton's head, causing it to fall from its shoulders to the sand covered ground.
"Rude." James rolled his eyes at the skull.
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Neither Rhyme Nor Reason
De TodoA series of 100 word Drabbles with a slight twist. They don't really follow any theme but feel free to look for one, you might find something I haven't. I write these to relieve stress from school and shiz so I thought I might as well start postin...
