No One Mourns The Wicked
They ran and danced through the streets, singing for joy, laughing and smiling.
There had never been a greater reason for celebration- at last the Wicked Witch of the West was dead!
And above all the streamers and balloons, still unnoticed by the festivating munchkins stood a lone figure.
Well, technically she was floating, suspended in space within an enormous bubble.
Steeling herself, she descended slowly, remembering to smile and wave and the tiny citizens greeted her and expressed their joy.
"Fellow Ozians, let us be glad!"
Empty words and a mask of joy.
The crowds couldn't be happier.
How could they hate Elphie so?
yay I am staying true to my one-update-a-day promise :D
so as a little challenge to myself I am going to write a oneshot for all the songs in Wicked..
and for all who read my other stories.. no promises but I am working hard and hopefully there will be a new chapter of The Sound Of Love up soon (:
as always please review
and giant jellybabies for TheGirlDefyingGravity for reviewing 25 C:
mucho love
xoxox~greenTgal