A Little Cup of Cyanide

I have to write a story for class tomorrow. It's killing me. Seriously. I had this adorable story that I wanted to submit. I have it all worked out in my head, but somehow it just isn't getting from my head to my hand.

So, last week there was some woman here reading some of her stories. Honestly, the first one was boring. And a little disturbing. But the second one was pretty rad. It was like listening to one side of a phone conversation. The woman is talking about how the roof of her house is evil, leaving bats in, and how she was trying to get rid of them. The whole thing was insane. One of those things where it's possible, but very unlikely. I thought it was hillarious, and thought it would be fun to try. So that's what I'm submitting, if I ever get it finished. Only, mine is just a three page dialogue.

And just because it's that great, and I have to share it with as many people as possible, the last line is going to be: "The armless midget and the bearded lady invited me to their wedding." I just have to get through everything that leads up to that last line.