Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true... 

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone: "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?" "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true...

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone: "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?" "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods are what I have seen."

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true... 

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone:  "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?"  "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods are what I have seen." the boy calmed himself down,

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true... 

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone:  "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?"  "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods are what I have seen." the boy calmed himself down, but suddenly he heard squeaking

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true...

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone: "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?" "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods are what I have seen." the boy calmed himself down, but suddenly he heard squeaking, furry, fat, legs approaching him.

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true...

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone:  "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?"  "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods are what I have seen." the boy calmed himself down, but suddenly he heard squeaking, furry, fat legs approaching him. They were so enticing; he couldn’t help but stare.

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true...

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone: "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?" "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods are what I have seen." the boy calmed himself down, but suddenly he heard squeaking, furry, fat legs approaching him. They were so enticing; he couldn’t help but stare.

Then, the boy woke up...

Once upon a grisly day, a boy who ate clay accidentally choked on a piece. It was a rainy day when the event occurred; the boy coughed, spat it out and fell to the ground. His poor mother rushed in to his aid, a small wooden spatula in her hand. She kneeled by his side and asked him what happened.

"Honey, what happened?"
"Mom, I think I did something terrible..."
"What could be so terrible?"
"I killed someone. Just kidding."
"Don't EVER say that again!!!"
"Alright, fine," the boy began. "But don't look under the bush, you might be surprised."

The boy's mother knelt and with a frown she spotted, a growling, shadowy, creature called The Very Angry Clay Blob. Seeing this caused the mother to scream and say "Boy, you better run or else it will come for you... and maybe eat you too!" The boy's eyes widened in shock as he backed away. The clay blob stared hungrily at the boy, slowly rolling towards him. The boy ran out, leaving his mother alone.

The boy ran and tripped over alone, stray stick. His knees were scraped and oozing with a peculiar liquid.

"You ate ME!" It burbled. The boy screamed in terror, looking at some new person. It was the boy's father which the blob looked like. He backed away in fear wishing it was some dream but wish never came true...

A horse approached the two; spoke in slow, menacing tone: "hAvE yOu SeEn AnY gObLiNs?" "No!" screamed the boy. "Mudbloods are what I have seen." the boy calmed himself down, but suddenly he heard squeaking, furry, fat legs approaching him. They were so enticing; he couldn’t help but stare.

Then, the boy woke up...


For 'twas all a dream.

[THE END (of that story)]. Someone can start another one with the next post of five words!

Olivia was a tiny rose.