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Rebus
Just/The Horizon
Why are you reading this? It's invisible. I mean, I know knowledge of the fact that there is more text here will spread pretty quickly, in part because you know the story has to be at least 400 words long, and you all are going to discuss it in the Writeoff thread on FimFiction. So, since you, dear reader, probably have found this, let me use it to tell a story.
Once upon a time there was a princess and the princess like plumbs. Not plums, the fruits. Plumbs. She was fascinated, absolutely fascinated by vertical strings. She also liked flying kites. So I guess she liked string in general. But one day the string that was holding up her swing snapped, and she fell and bonked her head and died. But this was not the end for our heroine. No. Thanks to her heroin addiction, the mafia came over to her castle to collect the money she owed them. But they found her dead with a bump on her head. This saddened them greatly. It also rhymed. They all cried over her dead body lying in the dirt under the swing set with the broken swing, and they cried quite a lot. Their tears mixed with the dirt and became mud. Because this is a fairy tale or something and I can deus ex machina all I want, it turns out that the dirt had magical healing powers, but because of the severe drought the area was currently going through, the castle grounds staff only watered the lawn near the dirt beneath the swing set at night, and honestly, how often do you wander around playgrounds at two in the morning? That's hella creepy. So no one had ever realized that this dirt had healing powers and that water was the activating chemical. That might be the reagent or something, I don't know; it's been a long time since I stumbled through chemistry. So any way, the dirt turns into mud, and it starts to sparkle and stuff, and the mob is really freaked out. Like, really. They start running around while screaming like little girls, which is appropriate because they actually are all eight to eleven. The mafia's been recruiting lately. You got to start them off young, am I right? So the Princess, whose name is Horizon, by the way, sees all these girls hovering over her, amazed. They weren't hovering over anyone else, just over the Horizon. And she sits up, amazed to be alive again, all thanks to this magical mud. She stands up, surrounded by school girls she owes money to, and walks to the front entrance of her castle, opens the door, gets on the floor, and everybody walks the dinosaur.
Why are you reading this? It's invisible. I mean, I know knowledge of the fact that there is more text here will spread pretty quickly, in part because you know the story has to be at least 400 words long, and you all are going to discuss it in the Writeoff thread on FimFiction. So, since you, dear reader, probably have found this, let me use it to tell a story.
Once upon a time there was a princess and the princess like plumbs. Not plums, the fruits. Plumbs. She was fascinated, absolutely fascinated by vertical strings. She also liked flying kites. So I guess she liked string in general. But one day the string that was holding up her swing snapped, and she fell and bonked her head and died. But this was not the end for our heroine. No. Thanks to her heroin addiction, the mafia came over to her castle to collect the money she owed them. But they found her dead with a bump on her head. This saddened them greatly. It also rhymed. They all cried over her dead body lying in the dirt under the swing set with the broken swing, and they cried quite a lot. Their tears mixed with the dirt and became mud. Because this is a fairy tale or something and I can deus ex machina all I want, it turns out that the dirt had magical healing powers, but because of the severe drought the area was currently going through, the castle grounds staff only watered the lawn near the dirt beneath the swing set at night, and honestly, how often do you wander around playgrounds at two in the morning? That's hella creepy. So no one had ever realized that this dirt had healing powers and that water was the activating chemical. That might be the reagent or something, I don't know; it's been a long time since I stumbled through chemistry. So any way, the dirt turns into mud, and it starts to sparkle and stuff, and the mob is really freaked out. Like, really. They start running around while screaming like little girls, which is appropriate because they actually are all eight to eleven. The mafia's been recruiting lately. You got to start them off young, am I right? So the Princess, whose name is Horizon, by the way, sees all these girls hovering over her, amazed. They weren't hovering over anyone else, just over the Horizon. And she sits up, amazed to be alive again, all thanks to this magical mud. She stands up, surrounded by school girls she owes money to, and walks to the front entrance of her castle, opens the door, gets on the floor, and everybody walks the dinosaur.