The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter.
The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life.
“How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.

i feel bad for the jackalope now

The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter.
The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life.
“How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.

i feel bad for the jackalope now

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ickaimp replied to your post: “writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea. me: this…”:

Writing on cold mess can be either the greatest or worst decision evah. Ya never know what you’re gonna get when you get off them, brilliance, or gibberish.

Probably a mix of both. It’s part of why I like doing NaNoWriMo so much… you’re writing so much, so fast, and in such a delirious haze that often times brilliance pours from you and you don’t realize it until you’ve had a month or six to recover and you look back and go “wait I don’t remember writing this… this is actually pretty good???” 

it’s such a fun and confusing feeling.

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ickaimp replied to your post: “writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea. me: this…”:

Writing on cold mess can be either the greatest or worst decision evah. Ya never know what you’re gonna get when you get off them, brilliance, or gibberish.

Probably a mix of both. It’s part of why I like doing NaNoWriMo so much… you’re writing so much, so fast, and in such a delirious haze that often times brilliance pours from you and you don’t realize it until you’ve had a month or six to recover and you look back and go “wait I don’t remember writing this… this is actually pretty good???” 

it’s such a fun and confusing feeling.

writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea.

me: this is now reading like an mbav episode
theo is making stupid jokes in the car and everyone else is screaming with a demon on the roof…
I just
whatever
LOL wifyr can fix it for me
John: so there’s a talking cat AND a talking jackalope…
me: it’s not what it looks like1
me: sort of
me: MADCAP MusIC PLAYS
me: *runs away*
career: *????evr existed???* 

@anyahatesbunnies:

writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea.

me: this is now reading like an mbav episode
theo is making stupid jokes in the car and everyone else is screaming with a demon on the roof…
I just
whatever
LOL wifyr can fix it for me
John: so there’s a talking cat AND a talking jackalope…
me: it’s not what it looks like1
me: sort of
me: MADCAP MusIC PLAYS
me: *runs away*
career: *????evr existed???* 

@anyahatesbunnies: