Post by Kit Lee on May 31, 2007 2:13:09 GMT 1
Yeah, I dunno what exactly to call this, it's so short its not even a short story. Short paragraph story? lol More to come because I usually think of a topic/word then try to generate a story from it.
The squeek the glass made with its own kind was deafening. It gave chills down his sweaty body, soaked in the product of nervousness, anticipation, and hope. His tale was to start here as he tapped his leather soled foot upon the faded tiles that were once brilliantly colored white. He waved her over and she smiled, serving him another liquid filled glass. Finally, the bastard came. Sporting a similiar outfit to him, the bastard carried a cylindrical blue metal along with a bunch of white papers wrecked with three holes, colored with red and blue lines. It seemed to tell his future, to laugh at his predicament, to enslave him to the decisions of the bastard. The bastard stuck out a dry hand, and smiled with that found on a car salesman hoping that it would attract you to become that stupid fuck that is going to buy that shitty car. The bastard gave a firm grip to him as if challenging his ability to use his other hand to fist across the bastard's face. His heartbeat double triped quadrupled exploded despite the dim quiet meeting place the bastard had chose for the torture. He gulped his drink, condensation washing the sweat off his hands, while thoughts stomped in an angry protest on his soft bulging brain ready to burst. "HELLO! Nice to meet... you..." barely broke the silence of the soft jazzy tempo in the background as his volume decreased to that squeek the glass made with its own kind.
The squeek the glass made with its own kind was deafening. It gave chills down his sweaty body, soaked in the product of nervousness, anticipation, and hope. His tale was to start here as he tapped his leather soled foot upon the faded tiles that were once brilliantly colored white. He waved her over and she smiled, serving him another liquid filled glass. Finally, the bastard came. Sporting a similiar outfit to him, the bastard carried a cylindrical blue metal along with a bunch of white papers wrecked with three holes, colored with red and blue lines. It seemed to tell his future, to laugh at his predicament, to enslave him to the decisions of the bastard. The bastard stuck out a dry hand, and smiled with that found on a car salesman hoping that it would attract you to become that stupid fuck that is going to buy that shitty car. The bastard gave a firm grip to him as if challenging his ability to use his other hand to fist across the bastard's face. His heartbeat double triped quadrupled exploded despite the dim quiet meeting place the bastard had chose for the torture. He gulped his drink, condensation washing the sweat off his hands, while thoughts stomped in an angry protest on his soft bulging brain ready to burst. "HELLO! Nice to meet... you..." barely broke the silence of the soft jazzy tempo in the background as his volume decreased to that squeek the glass made with its own kind.
