STORY TIME!

joshythehipster

joshythehipster

Hey all,

Let's have a story session xD

Sentence each, and try to keep it clean :P

I'll start because that's how I roll (or hobble as I have been told haha)







A tall, dark figure appeared on the edge of the alley way.
 
The rollerskates had intense sentimental value; they had belonged to his Great Great Grandmother, Antonina, second cousin to the last tsar of Mother Russia, Nicholas II, in those not yet forgotten days of beauty and terror.
 
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He strikes a wooden match on the concrete steps, lights a fag, and inhales deeply...an ugly habit he picked up from his mates on the cheerleading squad at Oxford.
 
Elegantly flicking away the remainder of the still-lit cigarette, he pauses a moment before slowly placing his right hand into his trenchcoat pocket and wrapping his cold gangly fingers around the vibrating cellphone.
 
(Haha! This is fun.)

Pulling the phone from his pocket, he reads a text from "Jazzypants" that reads, "hey, dont forget to pick up sum more kitty litter, and dont get that crappy generic kind, lolz".
 
How could I forget? he texts back and rubs the scar on his cheek that reminds him of Knuckles, the beloved Maine coon cat who lashed out in objection when his favored litter was replaced with the cheap stuff.
 
He thrusts the phone back into its pocket, muttering, "I should o' killed that *&^%ing cat before it wrapped her around its dirty little claw!"
 
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