The bass pounded next door. pounded this door. pounded so loudly that louis put his head on his desk and pounded with it. he got up from his studying to give his next door neighbor a pound for a pound. and that's when his bed started shaking. Earthquake, he thought. and dived under his desk for safety. wait a minute, he thought, am i supposed to hide underneath the desk or a doorway. and then he noticed his desk wasn't shaking. just his bed. that is against the wall that he shares with his neighbor. then he heard the moaning and groaning that was coming through the pounding bass, loud and clear.
I like playing with words.
Sometimes I explore them here, sometimes at yangjanice.com.
And when I'm feeling really playful, I owl around on monkeywhimsy.com.