So i'm on a writing craze, it's set as a fictional story (But realistic) with a family of five that just moved to a farm. so here gose.
Intro:
The long dreary night wore on. The “Happy 2002” party hats lay haphazardly in various places on the floor from the past events. The kitchen was a mess, with the potpourri of dirty dishes a few hours old pretzels, marshmallows, and other assorted snacks and the chocolate fountain still on from the last 5 hours of stress. The party hosts had crashed as soon as the last guest left, one on the couch, one on the floor, one on the floor of the master bed room in a nice neat pallet, one in the master bed, and another asleep on his office desk still 1 hour and 4 minutes away from home. The 1 year old orange tabby had crashed an hour before, while the 9 year old parakeet and the “bark nonstop” 8 month old blue merle Aussie where engaged in a 2:00 AM “who can make noise longest” bark VS squawk fight. The ever so lonely donkey lay in the corner of the stable awaiting the light of day; not that he was afraid of the dark… ever so sneaky fruit fly’s where lingering in the kitchen; each year they played a game of “trick the exterminator” and won every time, and as a result had now invaded the kitchen. By 3:00 the broken alarm went off. At 5:30 the puppy won the noise fight. At 6:00 there was an awkward silence for an hour until at 7:02 the annoying rooster next door crowed for the 4th time that mourning. The sun finally started its climb over the hills of the “Bell dock Jonson’s farm” there was 3 horses, 1 donkey, 1 puppy, 1 cat, 5 Jonson’s, and a couple dozen chickens living in a 4 bedroom home with 25 acres of inherited land. 4 year old Rebecca had been shrieking with joy at the thought of there very own farm all the way there, while Josh refused to accept the fact he had to move by indulging him self in his portable video game. 17 year old Natalie sat up front with her 39 year old mom chit chatting about this and that, but mostly hers and theirs.
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Intro:
The long dreary night wore on. The “Happy 2002” party hats lay haphazardly in various places on the floor from the past events. The kitchen was a mess, with the potpourri of dirty dishes a few hours old pretzels, marshmallows, and other assorted snacks and the chocolate fountain still on from the last 5 hours of stress. The party hosts had crashed as soon as the last guest left, one on the couch, one on the floor, one on the floor of the master bed room in a nice neat pallet, one in the master bed, and another asleep on his office desk still 1 hour and 4 minutes away from home. The 1 year old orange tabby had crashed an hour before, while the 9 year old parakeet and the “bark nonstop” 8 month old blue merle Aussie where engaged in a 2:00 AM “who can make noise longest” bark VS squawk fight. The ever so lonely donkey lay in the corner of the stable awaiting the light of day; not that he was afraid of the dark… ever so sneaky fruit fly’s where lingering in the kitchen; each year they played a game of “trick the exterminator” and won every time, and as a result had now invaded the kitchen. By 3:00 the broken alarm went off. At 5:30 the puppy won the noise fight. At 6:00 there was an awkward silence for an hour until at 7:02 the annoying rooster next door crowed for the 4th time that mourning. The sun finally started its climb over the hills of the “Bell dock Jonson’s farm” there was 3 horses, 1 donkey, 1 puppy, 1 cat, 5 Jonson’s, and a couple dozen chickens living in a 4 bedroom home with 25 acres of inherited land. 4 year old Rebecca had been shrieking with joy at the thought of there very own farm all the way there, while Josh refused to accept the fact he had to move by indulging him self in his portable video game. 17 year old Natalie sat up front with her 39 year old mom chit chatting about this and that, but mostly hers and theirs.
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