One thing about me: THE END doesn't necessarily mean, the end.
Coolio!
Still funny tho... unless it's a failure...
WELCOME TO THE O-RAMA!!!!
^^^^^ don't ask alright, just... don't.
Chapter... Eight: Did you really think it was over... Piper?
Wait a minute while I dig up the last chapter and see what happened. All I can remember is "Get out of the milk!" THANK YOU STEPH. Geez...
The Real Start of da chapter.
The electricity popped back on.
Eyes incredibly wide, Piper looked ahead into the living room, mouth agape. The floor, it was covered in...
Forehead heavily creased, Piper looked fiercly at the substance on the floor, trying to determine what exactly it was (Okay maybe I should only try to tell the reader what the stuff on the floor is when I actually know it myself!). It was a deep red and smelt... almost metallic.
"Oh my god it's-"
"Ahhhhhh!" Phoebe's scream interrupted Piper's revelation. "Prue has my diary!"
Piper sighed angrily. "You idiot! I was just about to say what was on the floor and you're moaning about your god damn journal?"
Phoebe went right up to Piper and said purposefully, "Piper, I wrote about our special times that we have."
Piper's eyes went wide. "Prue! Give her back that diary or I'll blow you up!"
Prue reluctantly handed the diary back, well, once she'd clobbered Phoebe over the head with it.
"Oh, by the way," she said with an evil grin, "what does 'last night I had the best night ever in Piper's bed' mean?" Oh no - she'd found them out!
But Piper had it covered. "Well Prue, if you weren't blind then you'd see that the word 'room' was after 'bed'. We ate oreos!"
"No we didn't" Phoebe squeaked but Piper pushed her over and kicked her in the shin.
Prue watched Piper for a long time. *She's so beautiful,* Prue thought, *if I can't have her, I'm gonna pull an Abbey and kill her, so I can become her*. Abbey had been cool.
Phoebe got up and promptly began to skip in circles singing "Let my love show you there's a brighter day" until Prue tripped her and jibbed a hairbrush into her side. Prue put her attention back on Piper.
"So? What was on the floor?" she asked.
"Blood!" Piper screeched.
Prue stared. Then slowly shook her head, obviously feigning disappointment. She walked out of the room, followed by Phoebe. Confused, Piper turned back to the blood-stained carpet which was now... clean?
"Something weird's goin' on," she said, clearly about to vow that she would do everything in her ability to find out what, "But I'm too lazy to attempt to find out." DAMMIT PIPER! We've had this conversation so many times! If I write something, I expect you to follow through!
"Yeah, but if I'm a character, I have my own personality and do things the PIPER way, not dumb old KT's way" Piper yelled to the ceiling.
Piper you fool! Pay for your insolence!
Suddenly Piper found her clothes had changed into a mini-skirt and cropped top. She looked like... like... Phoebe!
"Noooooooo!" she screamed in complete terror, and ran upstairs. That'll teach her to stand up to me, the greatest author in... my bedroom!
I enjoyed Charmed-O-Rama too much to never write it again. I apologise. And expect a return of the Shakespearean talk from our dearest Pipereth!
Coolio!
Still funny tho... unless it's a failure...
WELCOME TO THE O-RAMA!!!!
^^^^^ don't ask alright, just... don't.
Chapter... Eight: Did you really think it was over... Piper?
Wait a minute while I dig up the last chapter and see what happened. All I can remember is "Get out of the milk!" THANK YOU STEPH. Geez...
The Real Start of da chapter.
The electricity popped back on.
Eyes incredibly wide, Piper looked ahead into the living room, mouth agape. The floor, it was covered in...
Forehead heavily creased, Piper looked fiercly at the substance on the floor, trying to determine what exactly it was (Okay maybe I should only try to tell the reader what the stuff on the floor is when I actually know it myself!). It was a deep red and smelt... almost metallic.
"Oh my god it's-"
"Ahhhhhh!" Phoebe's scream interrupted Piper's revelation. "Prue has my diary!"
Piper sighed angrily. "You idiot! I was just about to say what was on the floor and you're moaning about your god damn journal?"
Phoebe went right up to Piper and said purposefully, "Piper, I wrote about our special times that we have."
Piper's eyes went wide. "Prue! Give her back that diary or I'll blow you up!"
Prue reluctantly handed the diary back, well, once she'd clobbered Phoebe over the head with it.
"Oh, by the way," she said with an evil grin, "what does 'last night I had the best night ever in Piper's bed' mean?" Oh no - she'd found them out!
But Piper had it covered. "Well Prue, if you weren't blind then you'd see that the word 'room' was after 'bed'. We ate oreos!"
"No we didn't" Phoebe squeaked but Piper pushed her over and kicked her in the shin.
Prue watched Piper for a long time. *She's so beautiful,* Prue thought, *if I can't have her, I'm gonna pull an Abbey and kill her, so I can become her*. Abbey had been cool.
Phoebe got up and promptly began to skip in circles singing "Let my love show you there's a brighter day" until Prue tripped her and jibbed a hairbrush into her side. Prue put her attention back on Piper.
"So? What was on the floor?" she asked.
"Blood!" Piper screeched.
Prue stared. Then slowly shook her head, obviously feigning disappointment. She walked out of the room, followed by Phoebe. Confused, Piper turned back to the blood-stained carpet which was now... clean?
"Something weird's goin' on," she said, clearly about to vow that she would do everything in her ability to find out what, "But I'm too lazy to attempt to find out." DAMMIT PIPER! We've had this conversation so many times! If I write something, I expect you to follow through!
"Yeah, but if I'm a character, I have my own personality and do things the PIPER way, not dumb old KT's way" Piper yelled to the ceiling.
Piper you fool! Pay for your insolence!
Suddenly Piper found her clothes had changed into a mini-skirt and cropped top. She looked like... like... Phoebe!
"Noooooooo!" she screamed in complete terror, and ran upstairs. That'll teach her to stand up to me, the greatest author in... my bedroom!
I enjoyed Charmed-O-Rama too much to never write it again. I apologise. And expect a return of the Shakespearean talk from our dearest Pipereth!