Too bad I ended up killing 3 out of fright. I should have expected as much, no one had ever seen a talking beverage before, but who had seen a growling hill before today? Whatever, if it were going to get any colder out here, it'd be the morgue. Complete with corpses. It's too dark to see, but I can tell which cookie is which because of their freshly baked scent. Is there a way out? Is there any other place than here? Is this the end of times? Are we going to dye? (food dye pun). I really hate the color red. Good that everything is covered in rocks.
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Jerry the Oreo & the Eruption of Mt. Vesuvius
Historical FictionThis was a cooperative piece. This short story is an enrapturing tale of two lovers suffering the wrath of Mt. Vesuvius.
