Life Elsewhere

by Timothy   Oct 4, 2004


Wanda Westhare from Zaire--which is nowhere--was always impaired. Being impaired, she did declare, that there was life elsewhere. Uttering a little prayer, she did tear, off her expensive wear. But standing there watching Wanda threadbare was a local constable, who did stare. She was not aware, of this police snare, but pulling his hardware, the policeman prepared...to fulfill Wanda Westhare\'s prayer, life elsewhere--the city jail--a new lair.

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  • 19 years ago

    by xXxIf You Only KnewxXx

    how long did that take you to come up with

  • 20 years ago

    by Rachael/7MidniteTears

    i can't say it.... lol (jk)

  • 20 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    lol very good Tim! =) I loved it. Keep it up and take care!

    ~Grace

  • 20 years ago

    by don mohr

    Wanda-a friend...?good one...very good.

  • 20 years ago

    by sweetne$$

    hmmmmmmmmmmm