Oh, I thought you would enjoy this one. It was fun to write. =) There is an annual contest for wretched writing at http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/. It was a dark and stormy night…
LMAO!
Anyway, here’s my attempt:
The wastebasket made a sound, like rustling, but not like the rustling of leaves on a breezy autumn day, and more like the noise a mouse would make if it were in the wall and eating something or scratching at the wall. I paused to listen carefully, my ears attuned to the quiet still of the night, because all others in the house were sleeping, as it was two in the morning and no one would be up until at least eight in the morning, unless my mother woke up earlier…
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