word writing

I look down in front of me and see wonderful bright colors combined together to make a beautiful piece of artwork on the pavement.  I notice the water that is blue, like the ocean on a pure and calm morning and the green grass that is dark like an emerald.  The pink of a breath taking sunset, although slightly ostentatious with the glitter added to the edges. 

It’s the perfect evening for adding to my collection of circus children.  They tend to come outside on beautiful evening like this, and armed with an ice cream truck that exudes the tinny music that calls to children like the Pied Piper, I know that I’ll be able to add some new intriguing individuals to my collection.  My clock shows that it’s just past 5pm, and I hear the clearing of supper tables before parents whisk their children outdoors.  I scrape the green fungus off the top of the ice cream carton, which disused, serving mainly as a prop for luring in my victims, has crusted over with the hardened layer of grime.  Too finish cleaning off the fungus I grabbed a green washcloth and started scrubbing the fungus off the carton so the children could eat. As I looked down at all the ice cream my mouth started to water, all of this looks so scrumptious.  The quintessence of all of this is just so all overwhelming.  The blueberry ice cream was selling rapidly and I could feel myself worrying for fear of running out and limiting my success in this mission.  I needed more blueberry ice cream or my superiors would kill me.  Luckily I packed some blueberries, ice, and cream in my lunch snack.  I quickly concocted a replacement which served just as well in my purpose. It was fantastic and everyone loved my ice cream replacement.  Later that evening I noticed some of my children laying on the ground and walked over to find them all having lower back spasms.  They were all in so much pain…  Ha ha.  My plan had worked, they were all now mine.