• This is a story about Randy's Blue Blanket. He loved his blanket. He's been having his blanket since he was a young boy. His mom gave it to him to keep him warm and cozy at night. Everybody loved to touch and feel Randy's blue blanket because it was not too fuzzy, neither too thin, nor too thick, it was just the right feel to make everyone feel cozy. But Randy told everyone in his family one day to not touch his blanket ever, unless he allowed you to do so. His family was a little shunned by how serious he was about his blanket, so nobody touched the blanket; except for his big meanie sister, Katie.
    She always cuddled on the blanket while he was away from his bed, and step away from the blanket when he approached his room. She was caught once, and was beaten hellishly and warned by Randy to never ever touch the blanket, or else she would see hell from his rough fists. But Katie still had the temptation to touch the blanket even after she was deeply warned by Randy. She was eventually driven by the insanity from the blanket, as if she was going through a withdrawal from an addictive drug, and took the blanket from Randy's room one day, to satisfy her craving.
    Randy discovered that the blanket was missing about fifteen minutes later. He was shocked. The blue blanket was supposed to be on top of the beige colored comforter as usual; but it was gone. Somehow Randy knew who took the blanket. "KATIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His deep, menacing voice boomed across the whole house. He wanted his blanket back.

    He stormed downstairs to Katie's room and beat her senselessly.

    The end.