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The Battle For The Turtle
Within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom, Glitterbells pwned his turtle. He had been busy with the turtle for hours and now wanted nothing more than a taurenlike cuddle or an idiot massage from his lover Hemik.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his purple Hemik appeared at the door, grinning bellsy.
"Put down the turtle," Hemik said glittery. "Unless you want me to pwn that turtle on your hair."
Glitterbells put down the turtle. He was bright. He had never seen Hemik so orange before and it made him sheep.
Hemik picked up the turtle, then withdrew a cow from his eyelash. "Don't be so bright," Hemik said with an orange grimace. "A cow bit my tooth this morning, and everything became loud. Now with this turtle and this cow I can glittery rule the world!"
Glitterbells clutched his pretty tooth beautifully. This was his lover, his purple Hemik, now staring at him with an orange eyelash.
"Fight it!" Glitterbells shouted. "The cow just wants the turtle for his own purple devices! He doesn't love you, not the taurenlike way I do!"
Glitterbells could see Hemik trembling beautifully. Glitterbells reached out his hair and touched Hemik's eyelash glittery. He was purple, so purple, but he knew only his pretty love for Hemik would break the cow's spell.
Sure enough, Hemik dropped the turtle with a thunk. "Oh, Glitterbells," he squealed. "I'm so taurenlike, can you ever forgive me?"
But Glitterbells had already moved within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom. Like the painted expression of a wife walking in on both of them, he pressed his hair into Hemik's eyelash. And as they fell together in a loud fit of love, the turtle lay on the floor, sheep and forgotten.
The Miracle Of The Cow
Glitterbells hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like the painted expression of a wife walking in on both of them. He loathed it.
Every December, Glitterbells would feel himself getting all green inside. He refused to put up a Christmas cow, he snapped at anyone orange enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Glitterbells had to go to the mall to buy a purple soup. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing happily around and so much Christmas music blaring beautifully, he thought his eyelash would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a bright man collecting for charity. Glitterbells never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the bright man dropped his bells and ran within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom. There was a pretty cow right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the bright man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Glitterbells rushed out and glittery pushed them both out of the way. There was a taurenlike bang and then everything went dark.
When Glitterbells woke up, he was in a loud room. There was a Christmas cow in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Glitterbells's tooth hurt. A lot.
The bright man came into the room. "I'm so idiot!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Hemik. You saved me from the truck. But your tooth is broken."
Glitterbells hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas cow up and his tooth was broken, he felt quite sheep, especially when he looked at Hemik.
"Your tooth must hurt bellsy," Hemik said. "I think this will help." And he pwned Glitterbells several times.
Now Glitterbells felt very sheep indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Hemik. "I love you," he said, and kissed Hemik orangely.
"I love you too," said Hemik. Just then, the cow ran into the room and nuzzled Glitterbells's hair. "I brought him home with us," Hemik said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Glitterbells said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Glitterbells and Hemik
by William Shakespeare
Enter Glitterbells
Hemik appears above at a window
Glitterbells:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the soup, and Hemik is the cow.
Arise, pretty cow, and pwn the idiot cow.
See, how he leans his eyelash upon his hair!
O, that I were a glove upon that hair,
That I might touch that eyelash!
Hemik:
O Glitterbells, Glitterbells! wherefore art thou Glitterbells?
What's in a name? That which we call a tooth
By any other name would smell as purple
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like the painted expression of a wife walking in on both of them"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove bright.
Glitterbells:
Swain, by yonder idiot cow I swear
That tips within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom the taurenlike turtle--
Hemik:
O, swear not by the cow, the loud cow,
That happily changes in its green orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise green.
Sweet, orange night! A thousand times orange night!
Parting is such sheep sorrow,
That I shall say orange night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Glitterbells:
Sleep dwell upon thine eyelash, peace in thy hair!
Would I were sleep and peace, so orangely to rest!
glittery will I to my pretty tooth's cell,
Its help to pwn, and my purple tooth to tell.
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Within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom, Glitterbells pwned his turtle. He had been busy with the turtle for hours and now wanted nothing more than a taurenlike cuddle or an idiot massage from his lover Hemik.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his purple Hemik appeared at the door, grinning bellsy.
"Put down the turtle," Hemik said glittery. "Unless you want me to pwn that turtle on your hair."
Glitterbells put down the turtle. He was bright. He had never seen Hemik so orange before and it made him sheep.
Hemik picked up the turtle, then withdrew a cow from his eyelash. "Don't be so bright," Hemik said with an orange grimace. "A cow bit my tooth this morning, and everything became loud. Now with this turtle and this cow I can glittery rule the world!"
Glitterbells clutched his pretty tooth beautifully. This was his lover, his purple Hemik, now staring at him with an orange eyelash.
"Fight it!" Glitterbells shouted. "The cow just wants the turtle for his own purple devices! He doesn't love you, not the taurenlike way I do!"
Glitterbells could see Hemik trembling beautifully. Glitterbells reached out his hair and touched Hemik's eyelash glittery. He was purple, so purple, but he knew only his pretty love for Hemik would break the cow's spell.
Sure enough, Hemik dropped the turtle with a thunk. "Oh, Glitterbells," he squealed. "I'm so taurenlike, can you ever forgive me?"
But Glitterbells had already moved within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom. Like the painted expression of a wife walking in on both of them, he pressed his hair into Hemik's eyelash. And as they fell together in a loud fit of love, the turtle lay on the floor, sheep and forgotten.
The Miracle Of The Cow
Glitterbells hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like the painted expression of a wife walking in on both of them. He loathed it.
Every December, Glitterbells would feel himself getting all green inside. He refused to put up a Christmas cow, he snapped at anyone orange enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Glitterbells had to go to the mall to buy a purple soup. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing happily around and so much Christmas music blaring beautifully, he thought his eyelash would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a bright man collecting for charity. Glitterbells never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the bright man dropped his bells and ran within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom. There was a pretty cow right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the bright man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Glitterbells rushed out and glittery pushed them both out of the way. There was a taurenlike bang and then everything went dark.
When Glitterbells woke up, he was in a loud room. There was a Christmas cow in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Glitterbells's tooth hurt. A lot.
The bright man came into the room. "I'm so idiot!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Hemik. You saved me from the truck. But your tooth is broken."
Glitterbells hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas cow up and his tooth was broken, he felt quite sheep, especially when he looked at Hemik.
"Your tooth must hurt bellsy," Hemik said. "I think this will help." And he pwned Glitterbells several times.
Now Glitterbells felt very sheep indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Hemik. "I love you," he said, and kissed Hemik orangely.
"I love you too," said Hemik. Just then, the cow ran into the room and nuzzled Glitterbells's hair. "I brought him home with us," Hemik said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Glitterbells said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Glitterbells and Hemik
by William Shakespeare
Enter Glitterbells
Hemik appears above at a window
Glitterbells:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the soup, and Hemik is the cow.
Arise, pretty cow, and pwn the idiot cow.
See, how he leans his eyelash upon his hair!
O, that I were a glove upon that hair,
That I might touch that eyelash!
Hemik:
O Glitterbells, Glitterbells! wherefore art thou Glitterbells?
What's in a name? That which we call a tooth
By any other name would smell as purple
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like the painted expression of a wife walking in on both of them"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove bright.
Glitterbells:
Swain, by yonder idiot cow I swear
That tips within the battleground of Glitterbells' Bedroom the taurenlike turtle--
Hemik:
O, swear not by the cow, the loud cow,
That happily changes in its green orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise green.
Sweet, orange night! A thousand times orange night!
Parting is such sheep sorrow,
That I shall say orange night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Glitterbells:
Sleep dwell upon thine eyelash, peace in thy hair!
Would I were sleep and peace, so orangely to rest!
glittery will I to my pretty tooth's cell,
Its help to pwn, and my purple tooth to tell.
Try it for yourself. http://prillalar.com/drabbles/