Bassist Songwriter, Vocalist, Drummer, Percussionist, Story-Teller
“Whoa, psycho alert!” Grace yipped.
The memory of the bizarre scene of Bobby Finn hung heavy in the cafeteria air.
Other voices resonated the sentiment:
“What the hell was that all about?”
“Bobby Finn?”
“It’s because his mother’s like that, you know.”
It was those awful soldiers! The light warriors. They wore shiny, white suits of armor and shining white swords. Scared me and my girls right out of our stockings. They started melting the whole school with their bright light! We picked up our broomsticks and made our escape. There were too many of them. Woe is me!
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