AN – sorry, this is a day late! I had a lot of homework to get done for this morning so I couldn't work on the story. I've been really excited about this chapter for a while, and it was challenging, to say the least. It's not as long as I would like it to be, but I want to make my deadlines, and I want to keep some level of sanity! This chapter is called "Tongue Twisters" and should be fairly evident in my attempts at extreme alliteration. I'd like to thank my sister, Fey, for her continual support, and my roommate for hers as well. The word "fantôme" is French for "ghost". Oh, and just a reminder, the narrator is the Ghost Writer. Enjoy!
L.O.V.E.
Chapter 3: Tongue Twisters
Later, locking lockers languidly, the lads left for lunch. Lining up for loathed lard they laughed about the looks of the lemons and the leaves of lettuce. Like lighting, the lounge likened to a lair. Ladles and lids and legs of poultry launched into flight. The Lunch Lady liberally lashed out latitudinally, loving lunch's largeness. Leaping to a table and laying down below it, Danny let loose his legendary power.
From Fenton to Phantom the fantôme boy flew, fighting by firing at the frisky food. The frenzy was felt by his fellows as they frantically fled for safety.
"Feast on my FURY!" the foul fiend affirmed.
"Give it up you ghoul!" the Ghost Boy griped. "Grab your ghastly grub and go!"
The ghost grasped a girl instead.
Cackling she challenged chicken contingents to cross the room and crash into chairs. Her captive cried, calling critically for care. Discounting the cries, the spooky specter continued creating chaos. She crammed cakes and cans into the caf walls, and her chunky chicken sometimes crunched crisply on the counters. Her captive was contained in a corner with chicken leg chains.
Thinking fast, Danny thrust forwards throwing a thundering thump. Then with the thermos he thankfully detained the threat.
Projecting to her position, Danny pulled the popular Paulina from the poultry.
"You saved me!" she said satisfied. "I should show you something for your strife!" She considered for a second, staring at the ceiling. "Here's something sweet and savory for your hassle."
Paulina puckered up placing pretty pecks upon his lips.
Distracted, Danny didn't deter her, daringly delving deeper into danger and returning the gesture.
Turning from tapping, the Writer of this tale takes a time out. The tricky, testy tale is tongue-tying me… till tomorrow!