I wrote this run-on sentence story as a challenge a couple of years ago. If you're in the mood for something a little off and a bit pointless, read on.
"Charred"
My dress lit on fire, probably because I came in through the fireplace, which those insolent girls set ablaze without my knowledge, though it’s seventy degrees outside and clearly too warm to roast marshmallows, plus it’s daytime and no one roasts marshmallows in daytime, and now I have a blackened, crispy rear end so I’ll have to walk like a crab during the party, which I’m guaranteed to hear about tomorrow.
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