Whoa! Do I feel bad for you guys! That last author was a little TOO intense.
But don't worry boys, I won't bite. *giggle*
So yeah, the last couple chapters SEEMED to be pretty conclusive and… explosive. But luckily for us, that last author didn't have an eye for contour. But I do~!
So yeah, we're going back to Sora! Oooh! That hunk of MEAT is just too good. Yum. Oh and the ham looks delish too.
The scene before him was beautiful. The sun hung in the sky like a sultry lamp on a dark evening. Despite the fading hours, there was still a heat generated by the burning ball of passionate fire. Like a warm toasty fire on a cold winter's night.
Sora gazed out across the rolling, bucking waves as the seaform swelled along the sandy beaches of Destiny. His face was rigid and comtemplative, but not once did his firm blue eyes shimmy or shake. Instead they remained as fixed as the expression on his face. The cool gentle shadows hugged at the contours of his face and nibbled on his ears. His spiky hair moved in the gentle breeze. There was barely any force to the wind but it was constant enough to play with his shorts as they whipped about his knees!
Ah… I'm in love.
A single bite had been taken from the one remaining slice of plain bread, and like the forbidden fruit given to Adam, that one bite was enough..
Ah, just one bite more. Please.
Still in his rigid posture, the wind now howling at his face, he lifted the slice of plain heaven and took one bite more.
In a brisk and timely fashion, Sora chew vigorously and his face scrunched into a tirade of comical poses.
"Mmm!" He remarked, "This bread ain't bad."
NOT BAD?! I SLAVED OVER THAT BREAD AND ALL IT IS, IS NOT BAD?! THE NERVE! YOU REPUGNANT LITTLE TWERP! I'LL SHOW YOU!
The winds picked up force and blew the tiny synthesis of wheat and flour away from the nauseating do-gooder. The feeble, disgusting youth raised his arms to shield himself from the gusting winds. But it was in vain, for the winds had distracted him from the raising water level of a turbulent ocean.
A tsunami-style wave reached high until it totally eclipsed the descending sun and towered mightily over the flea-sized munchkin hero. Any moment it threatened to envelope him and send him crashing into the rocky cliffs behind him.
And it did.
Like a great watery hammer, the wave crashed down and swept the mite of a hero and washed him away.
Something disasterous was about to visit the shores of Sora's home….
To be continued.