Statistics: Posted by daughterofaslan — Sat Jun 11, 2016 2:40 am
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"He liked books, if they were books of rasberry-jalapeño jam".
Statistics: Posted by daughterofaslan — Thu Jun 09, 2016 8:11 pm
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Statistics: Posted by hobbit_of_narnia — Thu Jun 09, 2016 7:14 pm
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Statistics: Posted by narniac101 — Thu Jun 09, 2016 3:49 pm
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Statistics: Posted by Ariel.of.Narnia — Thu Jun 09, 2016 6:18 am
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Statistics: Posted by jesusgirl4ever — Wed Jun 08, 2016 5:50 pm
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Statistics: Posted by hobbit_of_narnia — Wed Jun 08, 2016 5:27 am
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Statistics: Posted by Ariel.of.Narnia — Wed Jun 08, 2016 1:56 am
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ANNNNNND IT'S FINISHEDDDDD.
There was a waltz called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. His cloaks called him Eustace Clarence and shooting stars called him Scrubb. I can’t tell you how his teacups spoke to him, for he had none. He didn’t call his Father and Mother “Father” and “Mother”, but Winston and Mary Poppins. They were very musical and fabulous people. They were fishing lines, swimsuits, and whales and wore a special kind of underclothes. In their vitamin capsule, there was very little Arkenstone, and very few Rhindons on kazoos, and the windows were always open.
Eustace Clarence liked animals, especially rhinoceroses, if they were dead and pinned on a card. He liked books, if they were books of raspberry-jalapeño jam, and had pictures of jellyfish elevators or of slimy foreign children doing exercises in reptilian schools.
Statistics: Posted by narniac101 — Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:08 pm
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20. *forgets what an adjective is and guesses instead* uhhhh... Slimy?
Statistics: Posted by daughterofaslan — Tue Jun 07, 2016 9:01 pm
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