 He walked into the ally and took the lamp from his side. The excessive amount of dirt covered the lamp. He rubbed the lamp in an attempt to wipe the dirt from it's brown side. Gold mist and sparkles spurt from the opening. He threw the lamp to the ground as it began to jump around. Out came a head with long hair, and a gold turban. He had golden wings, and pitch black skin, and carried a golden pipe. Two horns emerged from his head. "What does thou wantest," shouted the demon. The young frightful boy spoke in in a solemn whisper. "Are yo, you a, a genie?" The demon bellowed up as he threw his pipe to the ground. "Do you dare question who I am?!" "Sorry," the boy said. The genie returned to the ground. "What did you say?" "I'm sorry" After he spoke those words the genie looked almost human. His skin turned to brown and his feet dissapeared. His clothes changed and had a questionable expression upon his face. The boy began to speak with the genie, knowing a friendship would began. The genie tried to deny and and turned his head and frowned, but the boy still knew it.
TO BE CONTINUED
 Saintsaholic · Sat Jun 20, 2009 @ 10:05pm · 0 Comments |
