Harold the Gravedigger squinted through the pre-dawn mist. A low, guttural groan echoed through the Davis Graveyard, sending a shiver down his spine. Not the usual mournful sighs of the restless dead, no. This was a sound more…sugary. More…sprinkled. Harold gripped his shovel tighter. The rumors had begun a week ago – whispers of a giant, sentient donut rolling through the cemetery at night, leaving a trail of sticky frosting and disembodied sprinkles in its wake. Tonight, he'd finally catch the culprit red-handed (or, should he say, red-glazed?). As the groan grew louder, a monstrous shape lumbered out of the fog. It was a donut, alright, but colossal. Its glazed surface shimmered under the moonlight, studded with malevolent chocolate chips and a single, menacing gumball eye. A chorus of disembodied moans rose from the disturbed graves as the donut flattened several headstones with an indifferent squish. Harold, adrenaline coursing through him, charged. "Hey, sprinkle-brained...
Get better soon!
ReplyDeleteI'm prescribing hot cider and Halloween candy.
It won't make you better, but by the time you wake from your sugar coma, you'll be all well.
Sorry to hear that. Hope you feel better soon!
ReplyDeletei hope you feel better soon!
ReplyDeleteblessings
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I'm so sorry to hear you're not feeling well. (Neither am I!) Hope you're on the mend soon and are able to enjoy Halloween!
ReplyDeleteTake care and drink a special Witch's brew to remedy your ailments.
ReplyDeletegood luck...
Get better soon :)
ReplyDeleteHope you recover before tomorrow! <:O
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear you're under the weather! And so close to Halloween...Get Better Soon!!!
ReplyDeleteGet well soon!
ReplyDelete(and I'll second Stephanie's cure-all)
Feel better. Or else.
ReplyDeleteOh no! I hope it clears up soon. You have put in too much work to not get to enjoy Halloween!
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