What A Fun Friday

This is a story Christina, Charles, Stephanie, and I wrote today, using the sentence starter 'She had been warned, but it was too late'. We each wrote 1-3 sentences then passed it on to someone else. Try to guess who wrote what.... enjoy!


She had been warned, but it was too late. It was terrible, a unicorn ran through the wall. Most don't believe in fairy tales, but she, Marilyn Monroe, did. There was a horrible silver puddle on the floor - the unicorn lay lifeless next to it. A Dementor appeared to suck the silver blood.

"Oh mah word!" Marilyn let out a small scream, covering her heavily lipstick-covered mouth. "What...what is that?!"
Suddenly, a huge jar of Nutella walked in, saying, "Dudes, this unicorn is, like, dead." Marilyn spotted the Nutella and ran to look for the closest spoon but found none! A fork grabbed the hand of a spoon as they ran from the hungry, vicious Marilyn, out of breath. Then, the Dementor pulled a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean out of his cloak, claiming it was chocolate flavored.

"Aaaaaah!" Marilyn yelled. She had eaten an earwax flavor bean! "AAAAAAH!" She screamed once more. The fork had ripped off her wig! The jar of Nutella looked at him and said, "Dude, uh, you should, like, uh, totally put your wig back on, bro." Soon the fork came back, holding a blanket. "It's a spork!" She said. The spoon widened his eyes, looking at his lover. "Oh honey," he whispered. "It has your hair."

"WOAH DUDES THAT SPOON HAS, LIKE, SPIKES ON IT!" screeched Nutella, who was not very bright. Marilyn looked baffled and said, "But I thought pickles were blue," still confused how a spoon + fork = spork. "Oh Marilyn, you will never understand," called a voice  from above. "Who are you?" asked Marilyn. "I am a taco."

"Woah, dude, you're like.... a taco? Totally rad." The taco fell into the jar of Nutella and got stuck. Then he died. Nutella, with a creepy grin, slowly whispered, "Hee hee... The taco and I have become one..." He then backed away into the shadows. "...dudes." Marilyn Monroe did the Mexican tap dance with her blue pickle. No one even remembered about the slow drip...drip...drip of silver blood down the stairs...


To be continued....