1 of 14

Write now Article Tools

Page 2 of 2

he had presented over the phone. From here onwards the gingerbread man kept sidestepping me whilst his vagueness continued for another a week. At this sad point I realised that this was all a scam because promises mean nothing to evil, self obsessed and immoral gingerbread men who can not see beyond their personal, selfish interests. He only intended to get his wicked, little way and that he did get. The sick, twisted egomaniac, when confronted denied his wrongdoings. And from this moment I become adamant that I would make his life a misery. I am stuck here- in this dark, gloomy dump, for now another four months- so the war has begun. I can't let him win; he surely does not think I will suffer in silence? Ha, then he is in store for a nasty shock. Good, little girls can truly be very nasty when crossed. He has crossed me.

The silly, silly pathetic soul has made half hearted attempts at making polite conversations. Oh, he is trying to gloss over his deceptions but all his attempts are in vain. Little does he know; I do not respect or trust him. I do not forgive the ignorant, arrogant and those who can not accept the errors of their ways and fail to take responsibility for their actions. If I appear to be rather harsh and narrow minded, then forgive me. I have my reasons- more importantly, he has not made the effort to acknowledge his mistakes or offer me an apology. Hence, in my book that's a crime worth punishing.

His destiny ends in a scorching hot oven with burning flames. I will watch him from a distance, dancing in the flames, trying to shield him from the fire that will ultimately consume him. Only when he is burnt to crisp I will be satisfied- only then I will walk away freely. Knowing that he will neither escape the raging flames or ever again leave a bitter taste in some gullible, innocent soul's mouth; fills me with great pleasure. He will be burnt to toast.... and that will be his sweet ending, he will be serving his true purpose in death.

Nobody likes bitter, burnt, charcoal coloured gingerbread men so it will not be a great loss to the world; well The School of Choueifat to be precise. Goodbye, gingerbread man, goodbye.

You will not be missed.

Learn more about this author, Furry Monster.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.

• << previous page
• 1
• 2

Add your voice

Know something about Humor: Consequences?
We want to hear your view. Write now!