This is something I wrote at Creative Writing camp. We would go up to the guy and pick a slip of paper out of three separate piles. Each slip had a word on it. My words were "antelope", "yelled", and "bag". This is just crack.
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The florescent lights shined down throughout the supermarket making it hard for the costumers to differ night from day. It could be three o'clock in the morning or twelve in the afternoon and they would be none the wiser.
From what Elora could tell the store without time was relatively empty. Or, at least, the section was in was void of people.
Shelves filled with cards stood towering over her on either side. Birthday cards to cards stamped with some form of "get well soon" stared down at her from their towers as she tried to find the perfect one.
All the cards were screaming "Pick me! Pick me!" But to her, none of them were good enough for her goddaughter who was turning ten the following day.
She had already picked out the perfect present for the Littlest Pet Shop obsessed girl. Now, all she needed was the perfect card, and a bag for the present. And now as she thought about, she would probably need tissue paper as well.
Success!
Elora picked up a birthday card decorated with Littlest Pet Shop characters.
"Happy 10th Birthday" read across the front, and as she opened it to read the inside, she was pleasantly surprised to find out the card sung.
Knowing it was the perfect one, Elora picked up the envelope that went with it and put it into her cart. She turned away from the towering isles and headed towards the bags and tissue paper.
She picked up the first pack of tissue paper she saw and quickly put it into her cart before doing an about face and browsing the bags.
As Elora scanned for the perfect bag she could faintly hear something ringing throughout the store. The faint, fast passed clicking slowly got louder and louder until it was just a few isles away from the frequent shopper.
"Ah ha!" She cheered to herself as she picked up a bag.
Elora started to place it in her cart, amongst the card and tissue paper, but stopped when a quiet muttering hit her ears.
"Drag," she faintly heard from the isle over followed by more obnoxious clicking on the aluminum floors of the market. The clicking continue followed by infrequent mutterings of what Elora assumed was the word drag.
The clicking ringed in her ears obnoxiously, continuously grating on her nerves.
She marched over to the next isle, bag still in hand to cronfront the obnoxious clicker. As she turned into the isle, she stared down the drag mutterer.
"Would you please stop!"
The antelope lifted it's head to look at her, prepared to say something but stopped when it spotted the bright pink, sparkly gift bag in Elora's hand.
