Chapter 2! Hmmmm......I think that we will discover some vital secret about Bubba in this chapter. You will find that he is...not what he seems. ~laughs maniacly~
Disclaimer: I actually own everything!!!! Oh wait, drat! I don't own the excerpt from a poem by Emily Dickinson in line 14. AAAAGGGGGHHHHH! Will it never end!? Oh, and by the way, you'd better not steal my story. I have friends in high places, you know!! Yup, my cat's been up in that pine tree for the past 50 years.
Bubba's Revenge!
She could still feel the burning pain as he submerged her love, Bubba, into River Serene over and over, mercilessly grinning. Schuyler of Iybola, the name sounded so foul and so, so....evil! Before the "incident of '53", as local residents called it, she had liked Schuyler, he had even been considered a suitor for him. Him! A suitor! She didn't want to breath the same air as him, let alone marry that slimy piece of rotting fungus! (A.N. oooh...harsh!)
Bubba...she could almost remember his glorious face if she concentrated hard enough. It had been a long 5 years. Still...
His face sprung into her mind, his features reminding her of what she missed. The fuzzy brown ears that graced the top of his flawless forehead brought her inexplicable joy. (A.N. Now wait a second...;) His melodius pink-button nose, surrounded by the joyous soft fur that covered his face had a certain light to it that filled her with warmth. (A.N. Hmmm...I wonder.) And the rest of his luminous features were too wonderful to describe. He was 7 inches of pure and simple bliss. Yes, Bubba, her beloved....................................
teddy bear. (A.N. Now who saw that coming?) Ah, Bubba, I hear your name like a bell, ringing, ringing, in my heart.
Schuyler, a horrid man, to be honest, and a cruel man. They had been playing together in their youth near the river that surrounded her Fief. He had always snickered when she had played with Bubba, and she had never known why. Was it because of Bubba's vertical impediment? No one would ever know why. Anyway, he had crept up behind her and pounced, tying her laughing self to a tree; she had, of course, been laughing. Schuyler was always making mad jokes. She abruptly stopped laughing when she realized that her love had not been tied. Schuyler had taken Bubba, and then...oh the horror! It was hard even to think about it!
Schuyler had taken Bubba and held him under water for a long period of time. Then, just when we would have drowned, Schuyler pulled him out, and Arianne though that Schuyler had seen the error of his ways. Then, Schuyler turned to look at her, and she instantly knew that she was wrong when she was hit with the impact of those merciless blue eyes. He dunked Bubba in again, never taking his eyes off of her. This time, he didn't bring Bubba out.
Oh, Bubba!
Disclaimer: I actually own everything!!!! Oh wait, drat! I don't own the excerpt from a poem by Emily Dickinson in line 14. AAAAGGGGGHHHHH! Will it never end!? Oh, and by the way, you'd better not steal my story. I have friends in high places, you know!! Yup, my cat's been up in that pine tree for the past 50 years.
Bubba's Revenge!
She could still feel the burning pain as he submerged her love, Bubba, into River Serene over and over, mercilessly grinning. Schuyler of Iybola, the name sounded so foul and so, so....evil! Before the "incident of '53", as local residents called it, she had liked Schuyler, he had even been considered a suitor for him. Him! A suitor! She didn't want to breath the same air as him, let alone marry that slimy piece of rotting fungus! (A.N. oooh...harsh!)
Bubba...she could almost remember his glorious face if she concentrated hard enough. It had been a long 5 years. Still...
His face sprung into her mind, his features reminding her of what she missed. The fuzzy brown ears that graced the top of his flawless forehead brought her inexplicable joy. (A.N. Now wait a second...;) His melodius pink-button nose, surrounded by the joyous soft fur that covered his face had a certain light to it that filled her with warmth. (A.N. Hmmm...I wonder.) And the rest of his luminous features were too wonderful to describe. He was 7 inches of pure and simple bliss. Yes, Bubba, her beloved....................................
teddy bear. (A.N. Now who saw that coming?) Ah, Bubba, I hear your name like a bell, ringing, ringing, in my heart.
Schuyler, a horrid man, to be honest, and a cruel man. They had been playing together in their youth near the river that surrounded her Fief. He had always snickered when she had played with Bubba, and she had never known why. Was it because of Bubba's vertical impediment? No one would ever know why. Anyway, he had crept up behind her and pounced, tying her laughing self to a tree; she had, of course, been laughing. Schuyler was always making mad jokes. She abruptly stopped laughing when she realized that her love had not been tied. Schuyler had taken Bubba, and then...oh the horror! It was hard even to think about it!
Schuyler had taken Bubba and held him under water for a long period of time. Then, just when we would have drowned, Schuyler pulled him out, and Arianne though that Schuyler had seen the error of his ways. Then, Schuyler turned to look at her, and she instantly knew that she was wrong when she was hit with the impact of those merciless blue eyes. He dunked Bubba in again, never taking his eyes off of her. This time, he didn't bring Bubba out.
Oh, Bubba!