A short sneak peek of my new story I’m working on:
Bungles of squichensquach mooled upon to gueeling pockedras. Captain Shedskin threw himself onto the old shoes. “I can actually flonge myself today, Mr. Pog”. Mr. Pog nodded. “But what about the plings?” “Oh, the plings will sting, but whatever. The gnits seem quite noodly this hour.” Shedskin rubbed his stubby stubber of a head. “Don’t you like the gnits?” “I guess so”. The tall, strong, broad shouldered Mr. Pog walked to the ship, his hands dragging in the sand. Yes, his arms are very big. “Where are you going to?” Shedskin shouted. Mr. Pog, not looking back, called, “I’m going to swab the deck. It is horrendously scummy.” “Oh. While you’re at it, could you bring me a smoothie? I’d like-” “Banana”, Mr. Pog interrupted. “I know.” “No, actually, today I want an orange flavored one. It’s shnozzingly delicious! Could you make me an orange smoothie?” “Mm hm.”
There are many things that no one knows about Mr. Pog. Everyone knows that he is tall. Everyone knows that he has big arms. Everyone knows that is name is Mr. Pog. But no one knows that he loves cats. No one knows that he has a microscopic pimple on his left pinky. And no one knows the horrific story behind his life. It is very gruesome and evil and wicked and chilling and frightening and slimy. And last but not least, no one knows that he stands on his head every night before bed.
I have no idea when it will be finished. I hope soon.
Also, new video here.
