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Masterpiece:
--- Quote from: Gareth on 06 Oct 2013, 04:32 ---Muzzazzazazzasterpiece
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<3
So I had to wait a little while surrounded by loud smelly people, and all this talk of a writing club made me want to write, so I cooked up a little something something...
(click to show/hide)The klaxon pierces through the sound scape - doo doo doo, nr 136 for room 2. Another nondescript soul goes in. An endless in and out, strangely reminding me of intercourse, cold and sterile.
Actually its nothing like intercourse.
The smell of her scent still lingers on my fingers, and I catch myself wanting to lick them. A surprisingly vivid picture. I cross my legs. I'm still light headed.
Opposite of me is the cashier and his young assistant lass. She looks nice. The thought "but she probably favors older gents" flashes through my head. I should remind my father to renew his passport.
I burp and the taste of vodka overwhelms my mouth. A burning sensation. Nothing like last night though.
Doo doo doo, 137 for room 3. The photo station to my right produces ambient music, probably so as not to overwhelm the technophobes that are currently in there. It doesn't seem to be doing a good job at it. I hear a faint sigh of desperation.
Raised voices reach me from behind. Another refused entry to that alleged paradise. In a pair of four they gang up on the poor clerk. Any other day I'd feel sorry for him, but today I can't be bothered.
A lady in front of me tries to explain a procedure to an older gent that the clerk gave up on. The face on the man literally lights up cause of her. It never ceases to amaze me how beneficial a little human contact is. Makes me wonder why the clerks always hide behind desks or a glass panel.
A loud thud shakes the entire room. Guess that answers my question. One of the four heroes just hit the glass pane in frustration. Like that is going to help. Or the shouting. Or the curses. My head starts pounding. I try to think of yesterday, her legs (oh god her legs), her breath, her weight on mine -
A brave citizen is trying to calm the commotion. He's the first to lie face down on the floor. Now everyone is shouting. I get pushed from behind and hit my head on the counter. Figures.
I'm never ever going to the consulate with a hangover again.
Game and Watch Forever:
I REALLY want to do this... but I'll have to see if my work is seriously going to die this time or if it's just pulling another "JUST KIDDING! :evil:"
Zebediah:
I'm in.
ChaoSera:
--- Quote from: Gareth on 06 Oct 2013, 04:32 ---3. K. O'Sera
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Hah, I love it. I definitely have to remember to use that one if my nick is taken anywhere I want to register.
Welu:
I'd like to try this but I admit now I may be unreliable in the coming weeks/months with work stuff taking up a lot of time.
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