Stealing Stories
* * WARNING: tonight's post contains disturbing content. * *
Today i took over the ownership of two stories that used to belong to my friend, keys. Yes, he is still the main character of the stories, but his stories are now my own.
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Keys was making himself some chocolate milk one day. He mindlessly poured some milk and some chocolate syrup, stirred and drank. Upon meeting with a rather chunky mixture, he thought to himself, 'this chocolate milk must need more stirring'. In the instant that passed while he removed the glass from his lips an alarm rang off in his head: i was using syrup... how could there be chunks? Looking into the already half drunken mixture, he was horrified. earwigs.
Yes. He had already polished off a fair quantity of them.
They say bugs are pretty healthy for you.
It's like straight out of fear factor.
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Once in his childhood, keys was sitting down to a relaxing game of computer something or other. He felt a sensation at the scab on his elbow but disregarded it as just regular old scab sensations. But the sensation grew and soon it was too strong and too strange to ignore any longer. Turning to his elbow, he was horrified. two earwigs were eating his scab.
Yes. Earwigs were eating his scab!
They are scavengers you know.
It's like no story i've ever heard.
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'I'm a master at cheap sentiment. Ask my girlfriend.'
- keys
... i even stole his quotes.
Now if only i could steal his piano playing ability...
Today i took over the ownership of two stories that used to belong to my friend, keys. Yes, he is still the main character of the stories, but his stories are now my own.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Keys was making himself some chocolate milk one day. He mindlessly poured some milk and some chocolate syrup, stirred and drank. Upon meeting with a rather chunky mixture, he thought to himself, 'this chocolate milk must need more stirring'. In the instant that passed while he removed the glass from his lips an alarm rang off in his head: i was using syrup... how could there be chunks? Looking into the already half drunken mixture, he was horrified. earwigs.
Yes. He had already polished off a fair quantity of them.
They say bugs are pretty healthy for you.
It's like straight out of fear factor.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Once in his childhood, keys was sitting down to a relaxing game of computer something or other. He felt a sensation at the scab on his elbow but disregarded it as just regular old scab sensations. But the sensation grew and soon it was too strong and too strange to ignore any longer. Turning to his elbow, he was horrified. two earwigs were eating his scab.
Yes. Earwigs were eating his scab!
They are scavengers you know.
It's like no story i've ever heard.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
'I'm a master at cheap sentiment. Ask my girlfriend.'
- keys
... i even stole his quotes.
Now if only i could steal his piano playing ability...
posted by one L at 10:11 p.m.
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