Chapter 3
The Story | The Authors |
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I love meat more. | |
Meanwhile in the big bad city, Gwyn and Brad were arguing about who should wash the dishes and why. Their encyclopaedic knowledge of psychology and sociology was utilised to full extent so their argument, if documented, would have been a good material for an outstanding essay. | |
For all their arguing about trivial things, they were really trying to avoid the true problem they are facing. The problem being their incompability to live together has been going on for some time now. Gwyn and Brad are probably two people who are most unsuited to be sharing the same apartment. | |
For all their arguing about trivial things, they were really trying to avoid the true problem they were facing. The problem being their incompability to live together had been going on for some time now. Gwyn and Brad were probably two people who were most unsuited to be sharing the same apartment. | |
Who cares about your stupid dog? said Gwyn. She's been really fed up with what the clumsy dog had been doing around the apartment. | |
So Gwyn tied it up one day, while noone was around... and stuffed it in the garbage disposal... the end... | |
But that was not the end!! That sucked! In fact, this whole story sucks big time! | |
You've got that right it sucked. In fact this whole planet suckes. And the people on it coulden't suck any more they are the suckyest that have ever sucked before. | |
HA! HA! Got that right! People can't possibly suck any more than they do at this very moment in time. In fact, if time were somehow munipulated and haulted to a stand-still, it would pin-point the ablolute suckiest moment in all of history! People couldn't suck worse on the suckiest days of their lives with an electrified sucking machine!! How's THAT for suck! | |
....So said people who, absorbed in their own limited thought forget that this is NOT a chat-forum. Rather, this is a story generator. The group of responsible fun-loving net surfers demands this site to be what it is. If people have no creativity but to say a string of the word "suck" in various forms they'd either read some more books and watch less TV or go to some other site. | |
....So said people who, absorbed in their own limited thought forget that this is NOT a chat-forum. Rather, this is a story generator. The group of responsible fun-loving net surfers demands this site to be what it is. If people have no creativity but to say a string of the word "suck" in various forms they'd BETTER read some more books and watch less TV. | |
"Right, exactly! I agree with you completely." shouted Tom in joy. Nicole was bewildered but in a way happy that Tom agreed. She remembered the first time they met and how she thought Tom was just a pretty face without much depth. She was wrong... | |
or maybe she wasn't. Did she really know Tom? | |
She might have seen him a couple of times but I don't really think she knew him. | |
That turned out not to be important, because he knew her. "Well, ma'am, I finally got that wrench removed from your dog's rectum." The vet! She had forgotten all about her dalmation, Fido! "Shit," she thought, "I don't have enough money for a taxi." | |
How on earth had fido gotten that wrench up his butt? Oh well no bother, it was out now. She thanked the vet, told him she didn't know how to pay him she was utterly broke. The vet told her not to worry about it, that if she'd treat him to dinner that night they'd call it even. She smiled and said she certainly would and that she'd meet him at seven at The Olive Garden. She left there, dropped Fido off at her house and went for a drive. She began to think again about Him. The one whom she knew but didn't know, the one who knew her. Tom. They'd met at a Christmas party last year that her best friend had thrown. Speaking of her bestfriend, she hadn't seen her in awhile, perhaps she should pay her a visit. But how could she with Fido recovering and her broke.. She needed some money. That's it, she needed to make some money. She thought of what she used to do in the old days when she was broke. No she thought, I'm passed all that now, I'm a new person. But. Then again maybe she wasn't...she did need the money. It was quick and easy. No harm done. NO she told herself harshly. But she did need the money. She thought suddenly of her dinner date that night and wondered how she'd ever be able to pay for it. She sighed, giving in, and walked slowly to the corner of Fifth and Main. She tryed to tell herself it wasn't so bad. A few tricks and she'd have enough and then she could leave. No, she couldn't kid herself. If she went back that was it, She wouldn't be able to get back out. Jeffrey had told her when she left that she wasn't to come back. If she came back, she stayed back. She had been good at her job and he couldn't aford to let her get away twice. No, it was best she just stayed away. But the needc for money called again and she found she could not stay away. |
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