Every morning, I wake up, searching for clean clothes. I can sense the innocent target outside the bedroom door- the laundry basket. It sits in the hallway, on the arabesque carpet. I sneak by the door and get a whiff of the aroma of Tide. Yes, yes, those are laundry basket droppings...
I never plan my attacks; I always just dive in for the kill. I drag the laundry basket into my room, like a lion about to devour its prey. The laundry basket struggles to no avail. I pull out my school uniform. Tune in next time on Trekking for Prey as I take on the refrigerator.1
Author notes
I wrote this in early eighth grade. I was thirteen. I remember a fifth grader reading this, sniffing me, and saying "Yup, they're clean."
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- Diversity Goes by IvoryRose.
155 points, ended July 19, 2006, 16 entries
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Funny! Lighthearted---I---- like it.
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Lol. I love the after note about the fifth grader, that's just so adorable. I like it, it's innocent and light, a relief if you've been spending time in the horror and depression topics, just what humor should be.
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That's really very cute. I must say it is amusing. You could do with more description and detail. I could see you actually making this sound like a safari and a hunt until the very end. I think the surprise would make it even funnier. Overall it's a nice write. Good luck.
beginning: 3, language: 3, plot: 4, ending: 4, characters: 3.
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