but then we all watched in horror as the witch's twisted, mangled body slid off of her broom (which appeared to be deeply embedded in the wall she had crashed into, in what appeared to have been a drunken stupor). The body fell, four stories downward, twisting and flailing with sickening flaccidity. The body hit the pavement with a ghastly crunch-splat.
Most of the people who had gathered below seemed to have thought it was a joke or just some macabe ornament until the body fell and hit the pavement. Even those who witnessed the crash didnt believe it was real. Even when the body landed with that horrible crunch-splat, some couldnt believe it was real. A kid walked up to the body and poked it with his baseball bat. 'Eew!' he twisted his face in disgust. 'It feels hecka real!' A man from the crowd came forward and placed a hand on the body. Finding it still warm, he cringed. He cursed under his breath. 'It IS real, someone call 911'
The crowd reacted in horror and disgust. Parents hid the eyes of their children and one man vomited in the gutter.
Then the 'body' started moving. 'Ma'am, you should probably lie still. We've called 911. They should be here any...' He trailed off as he looked in horror as the mangled body attempted to get up onto it's knees, it's head hanginging limply from an obviously and horribly broken neck. Defying all laws of nature, the witch grasped at the brick wall with a gnarled and broken left hand and pulled itself slowly to its feet; its head swinging freely across its chest and the left leg bending backward at the knee. It raised its right arm, which swung at a ghastly angle where there should have been no joint. The head rolled across its chest and its eyes darted from one observer to another. 'What're you lookin at?' she grumbled in kind of a choked and 'stretchy' voice, as she hobbled down the steet, gripping the brick wall for support, head and arm swinging limply with every staggering step.
You start it. I got nothing right now. 
Ding! Dong! The witch is dead the wicked witch the wicked witch! Ding! dong! The wicked witch is dead!!!!
ReplyDeletebut then we all watched in horror as the witch's twisted, mangled body slid off of her broom (which appeared to be deeply embedded in the wall she had crashed into, in what appeared to have been a drunken stupor). The body fell, four stories downward, twisting and flailing with sickening flaccidity. The body hit the pavement with a ghastly crunch-splat.
ReplyDeleteMost of the people who had gathered below seemed to have thought it was a joke or just some macabe ornament until the body fell and hit the pavement.
ReplyDeleteEven those who witnessed the crash didnt believe it was real. Even when the body landed with that horrible crunch-splat, some couldnt believe it was real.
A kid walked up to the body and poked it with his baseball bat.
'Eew!' he twisted his face in disgust. 'It feels hecka real!'
A man from the crowd came forward and placed a hand on the body. Finding it still warm, he cringed. He cursed under his breath. 'It IS real, someone call 911'
The crowd reacted in horror and disgust. Parents hid the eyes of their children and one man vomited in the gutter.
Then the 'body' started moving.
'Ma'am, you should probably lie still. We've called 911. They should be here any...'
He trailed off as he looked in horror as the mangled body attempted to get up onto it's knees, it's head hanginging limply from an obviously and horribly broken neck. Defying all laws of nature, the witch grasped at the brick wall with a gnarled and broken left hand and pulled itself slowly to its feet; its head swinging freely across its chest and the left leg bending backward at the knee. It raised its right arm, which swung at a ghastly angle where there should have been no joint.
The head rolled across its chest and its eyes darted from one observer to another.
'What're you lookin at?' she grumbled in kind of a choked and 'stretchy' voice, as she hobbled down the steet, gripping the brick wall for support, head and arm swinging limply with every staggering step.