The scent of a cent was sent to me. Their scent was there, like they’re sent to me. Although it was the silence of the silents that freaked me out the most. Because of them I couldn’t indite anything, so I indict them for disturbing me. You see for one of them is a murderess with a murderous aura. An aura that’s o so ominous. I now wind through this wynd, in hopes of shaking her off. I whined because I seem to shake her off. She sees me, I need to lose sight of her, and when I do. I’ll seize that moment. But I’ll still be fleyed by her, I don’t want her to flay like she flayed the others. She seamed the skin of theirs, and seemed like somthing I should have never saw. She tacks those peices on her wall. Seeing these things really tax's me. I know I had to tell some, But couldn’t and the burden piles on me. I waited and waited but the burden just weighted more as time passed on. I would compliment about the situation, that that wouldn’t complement to anything. IF there’s one thing a can comment on, it’s that she loves it when people give her paean about her pean like dress. That dress she made with peen of her pet’s fur. Everytime I eyed her, I’d always get chills. As I finally get through the narrow aisle, and I see a isle, I’ll finally escape her. ______________________________________________________________________________________I jus relized that I can use homophones if I ever run out of puns for The Forest of Puns. \o/
I should be selling swords and shields, but the setting sounds too peaceful for that. And I'm not going to accept liability if someone uses a torch to burn down the forest. So all that's left is the pitchfork... ...as for why...mm, weren't you asking for a crusade to save the world from an unspeakable horror?
QAQ please don’t do this. That world is still in development. It’s a new born baby of mine, so don’t go and destroy it. Or I’ll have to start from scratch again.
But homophones means words that sound the name, but are spelt differently. Like, either or either.... wait that's different.