(Author’s Note: I keep giving excuses. There’s no real excuse for not having anything besides fictioneers this week. I just got lazy this week, and I needed it. Anyhow, here it is!)
Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone
by Miles H. Rost
“Cindy! Cindy, it’s time for dinner!”
Mom was calling again. I hated when that happened, because it means that fun was to end and my studies had to begin again.
I pulled my coloring book off the rock and put it under my arm. I couldn’t wait to get back to it tomorrow.
I heard a noise coming from somewhere.
I looked around. “Hello?
“In the book, you brat!” it said, quite muffled.
I opened up the book, and the stick man which Ihad half-colored was frowning at me.
“You nearly killed me, kid!”
It spoke. And it wasn’t going to shut up. Oh no, Mom’s not gonna be happy about this…