TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
FIFTH CONFESSION: Rar!
Wolfwood ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards the laundry room, in hopes of finding bleach for his poor traumatized brain. He found no bleach, but he did find a rather disgusted looking Zazie.
"Hey, preacher man!" Zazie greeted, "I need to use your confession-box."
Wolfwood was reluctant to agree, what with his recent experiences with the miniature confessional, but decided that he really need the money and whipped the box out of seemingly nowhere, as slowly removing the box from somewhere just wasn't working for him.
Zazie looked at the box for a moment, as if it were some time of bug that he should squash, before just holding it.
"You're supposed to put it on your head." Wolfwood instructed.
"Are you kiddin' me?" Zazie asked, looking insulted, "Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, ruins the hair of . the BEAST! RAR!"
Wolfwood blinked and decided it was best just to let the child do as he pleased.
"Anyway, I have a confession to make." Zazie said, still just holding the box, "This morning. I . eaugh. I can't believe I did this." The kid sounded more and more appalled with himself by the second, "I PLAYED with a TOY. Augh."
"There's nothing wrong with playing with toys, Zaz." Wolfwood said, laughing a little as he spoke. He thought he was SO good with kids.
Zazie definitely looked offended this time and hopped to his feet, managing to look menacing even though he was only a third of Wolfwood's height, "The BEAST (rar) doesn't play with toys! The BEAST (RAR) kills people! Especially if they're small children! (RAR!)" he growled, clawing at the air every so often.
Feeling confident that he had gotten his point across, Zazie left the laundry room. Presumably to go look for something to kill himself with, as in his mind he was now not worthy of life because the BEAST (rar) had played with a toy. Wolfwood decided it was time he left.
AN: Ok, next up is E.G. Mine. Ya know, according to the tests at Quizilla.com I'm most like E.G. Mine. Go figure. As always I'd like to thank my lovely reviewers, and I'm still pissed off at those of you who read and don't review. As of now the first chapter of Tales From The Portable Confessional has been viewed 650 times. 650!!! And I've only got 31 reviews??? C'mon people, even if ya don't like it, maybe ya can offer some criticism? And as for how I know this.. I pay $20 a year for the extra services which include: picture on my profile, hit counts, enhanced search engine, and more. **sigh** Oh well. R 'n' R the next chapter should be up by tonight.
FIFTH CONFESSION: Rar!
Wolfwood ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards the laundry room, in hopes of finding bleach for his poor traumatized brain. He found no bleach, but he did find a rather disgusted looking Zazie.
"Hey, preacher man!" Zazie greeted, "I need to use your confession-box."
Wolfwood was reluctant to agree, what with his recent experiences with the miniature confessional, but decided that he really need the money and whipped the box out of seemingly nowhere, as slowly removing the box from somewhere just wasn't working for him.
Zazie looked at the box for a moment, as if it were some time of bug that he should squash, before just holding it.
"You're supposed to put it on your head." Wolfwood instructed.
"Are you kiddin' me?" Zazie asked, looking insulted, "Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, ruins the hair of . the BEAST! RAR!"
Wolfwood blinked and decided it was best just to let the child do as he pleased.
"Anyway, I have a confession to make." Zazie said, still just holding the box, "This morning. I . eaugh. I can't believe I did this." The kid sounded more and more appalled with himself by the second, "I PLAYED with a TOY. Augh."
"There's nothing wrong with playing with toys, Zaz." Wolfwood said, laughing a little as he spoke. He thought he was SO good with kids.
Zazie definitely looked offended this time and hopped to his feet, managing to look menacing even though he was only a third of Wolfwood's height, "The BEAST (rar) doesn't play with toys! The BEAST (RAR) kills people! Especially if they're small children! (RAR!)" he growled, clawing at the air every so often.
Feeling confident that he had gotten his point across, Zazie left the laundry room. Presumably to go look for something to kill himself with, as in his mind he was now not worthy of life because the BEAST (rar) had played with a toy. Wolfwood decided it was time he left.
AN: Ok, next up is E.G. Mine. Ya know, according to the tests at Quizilla.com I'm most like E.G. Mine. Go figure. As always I'd like to thank my lovely reviewers, and I'm still pissed off at those of you who read and don't review. As of now the first chapter of Tales From The Portable Confessional has been viewed 650 times. 650!!! And I've only got 31 reviews??? C'mon people, even if ya don't like it, maybe ya can offer some criticism? And as for how I know this.. I pay $20 a year for the extra services which include: picture on my profile, hit counts, enhanced search engine, and more. **sigh** Oh well. R 'n' R the next chapter should be up by tonight.