You could hear him SWEAR almost as loudly as the BLAST that had been made when they widened a hole in the wall. Standing in front of it, the gaping hole looked more like a CHASM. And this was not just any wall – this was the Great Wall. He and his companion looked at one another in horror. What had they done? They knew there was no way to QUASH this story – they would be found out and it would be all over the world press. Never before had he had occasion to GNASH his teeth, but now certainly seemed like the right time. She said, “there is nothing to be done except drive through as we planned and maybe it will take a while for them to notice.” Sighing, they climbed into the excavator and drove away.

Georg’ann

Leaving the party, Dorian wasn’t in any SHAPE to drive, though no one tried to stop her. Honestly they might not have even noticed when she left. About half a mile down the road was a sharp turn. The road curved, her car kept straight, the trajectory of which was a sweet little clapboard cottage. The fast moving vehicle finally came to an abrupt stop, otherwise known as a CRASH, in the middle of someone’s living room.

Dorian, AWASH in confusion, simply passed out. She awoke to a bright FLASH and loud voices all talking at once. For a moment she assumed she was still at the party, the memory of having left was vague. Perhaps she hadn’t?

Slowly the reality of the situation became clear. There would be no way to QUASH this story. All the details would come out, including how many pills were in her glove compartment STASH. Oh yes, she would be a tasty morsel for the journalists to GNASH, their words like sharp teeth. It dawned on Dorian that she had come to the end of her life and arrived in hell. She wished she were dead.

Heather