My Grandma is a Psycho Chap 1But it had all been real. Grandma had brought Apple back to bed in the dead of night when she saw him fainted on the sidewalk. The next day, Apple went over to his friend's house. He told Jack Marmalade, his best friend, about his grandma's threat and the terrible nightmare he had had. "Well, I've heard that nightmares are about your fears and it seems your afraid of your grandma, so
" Jack said casually."Nuh-uh!" Apple huffed and slapped his hands against his thighs. "Why would I be afraid of that old hag!?" he yelled meanly."I dunno. You're the one that told me about her threatening you. Maybe you took it too literally," Jack said."Pfft! Did not
" Apple argued and got up to leave."Apple~," Jack cooed and grabbed Apple's arm.He turned around his friend and kissed him.Apple blushed. "Wh-what!? Why!?" Apple struggled for words to say.Jack sighed and l
My Grandma is a Psycho PREVIEWApple Wayheign ran into trouble when his grandma threatened to bake him into Apple Pie. Apple gasped and ran away from his grandmother. He eventually saw the corner of a treasure chest sticking out of the ground, which he accidentally tripped over. He wasn't usually this clumsy
Anyway, Apple couldn't resist the lure of treasure, so he quickly dug out the corner of the treasure chest and opened it. The chest was filled with Apple Pie. Bloody, bloody Apple Pie. Apple gasped and sat up in bed, a cold sweat on the back of his neck. "It was only a nightmare," he reassured himself with a shudder.
Tyro the WingedIt is horrible to be like meWith my Lion Body and Eagle Wings and Head.Everyone I've ever met has an Un-loving soul.They call me a monster; a mythical being.I shouldn't be alive, but 'ere I liveUntil the children, the food-bringers,Tell their mothers or fathers of their best friend,The Beast.After touring all of the East lands,I flew towards the new land,The one made of opportunities, this new America.I quickly caught sight of the humans, who also wanted opportunitiesBeing herded into a small island building.But as I flew, distracted by my anger,My breast was pierced by a green spike,The spike atop a lady in green.If only my eyes had been more piercing of the skies,I might not have been pierced myself.