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Post by crocoduck on Feb 12, 2012 17:30:10 GMT -5
So I had this idea from looking at that one word story thread. I figure it'd be cool if we had one that actually helped others improve their writing and end up with a cool story.
So this thread has it so each person posts around a paragraph. It can be more and it can be less, just not a lot more and not a lot less. I also ask that people post their paragraph and comment on other's to give them advice on their writing and such.
Don't worry about posting order, just don't double post.
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Mondays.
No matter the season, no matter the century and no matter the week; Mondays always sucked. Despite having graduated high school, James still felt that dreadful misery whenever waking up on Monday. It helped knowing there'd be a cool Meteor shower later today, but not much.
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Post by Neurotick on Feb 12, 2012 17:37:30 GMT -5
He shifted under the sheets of his bed. The meteor shower wasn't enough to get him out of bed. Not yet. A few more hours of sleep wouldn't matter in the scheme of things. No more school meant no more getting up early, and he was going to savor that. Then his cellphone rang. He looked at the caller ID: Claire Tresler. That was worth getting up for.
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Post by newb23 on Feb 12, 2012 17:43:58 GMT -5
His body shifted from it's earlier position. Sitting up, he scratched the back of his head and yawned. Grabbing the phone he glanced at the caller id to make sure that he had read it correctly and wasn't getting out of bed for no reason. The name still read the same and this caused a small smile to appear on his lips. Quickly he flipped open the phone and placed it to his ear. "Hello."
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Post by Neurotick on Feb 13, 2012 1:27:04 GMT -5
"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE," screamed Claire's voice on the other phone. James twitched and rubbed his listening ear. She was loud, and annoying, and had a habit of taking all of his forks whenever she was over, but they had been friends ever since she had moved in to town. Something about her kept his interest.
Probably her boobs.
"MIKE AND JEREMY ARE THROWING A BIG PARTY AT MIKE'S PLACE FOR THE SHOWER GET OVER HERE AND PLAY HALO WITH US," Claire's shouting was quick and unhindered by simple things like punctuation. She hung up before James could reply.
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Post by crocoduck on Feb 13, 2012 12:08:37 GMT -5
It really irked him when people did that. Nobody said goodbye anymore and it seriously bothered him. He was an old fashioned kind of guy, and this kind of thing just drove him nuts. It made him wonder why he was such close friends with somebody so opposite his mannerisms.
Shaking off the thought with a loud sigh, James began to wriggle his way from beneath his covers. It took a good deal of time, considering every movement reminded him it was Monday and made him want to curl up and sleep again.
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Post by Xero on Feb 20, 2012 15:19:10 GMT -5
Exhausted, James stumbled out of bed, stubbing his toe against his dresser. He swore loudly. Grabbing some fresh clothes from his dresser, James made his way into the shower. He decided if were to kill everyone at Halo, he should at least be wearing clean clothes.
After his shower, James went down stairs and retrieved a soda from the refrigerator. As he walked out the front door, he mumbled, "Halo? A twelve year old's version of Battlefield."
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