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minervasoloJohn reminded me of this today. Apparently he thought it was 'very dark'. I drew flowers down the margin... Actually, I drew flowers on my lecture notes too. Flowers are easy.
Anyway, yet another writing soc game. For those who haven't gathered, we chose two 'things' (see cut title) and write them down, them throw them into seperate hats and pick one of each out. And then write for fifteen minutes. I really enjoy these things. No plot, no characterisation, no pressure... Just whatever arises! Usually humorous, though the type of humour varies. Usually I make no changes, or only very minor ones, when I post them here.
His hair was shinier. It made James jealous. The stranger's eyes were brighter, and his skin more flawless, and his clothes better fitting.
James killed him and hid the corpse under the floorboards.
The charity rep was smart. He handed over twenty quid before he realised she was smarter than him, and more charismatic.
She joined the too attractive Jehovah's Witness beneath the carpet.
A little while later a pair of too cute girl guide, a too rich relative and a too nice neighbour also took up residence there. The floorboards were beginning to bulge a bit, but since it was winter they didn't smell too bad.
The central heating salesman was ugly, and dumb, and rude, and poor. James bought three boilers, seventeen radiators, underfloor heating for nine rooms and double glazing. He lived in a four room bungalow.
His neighbours were more noisy than James, and the organisations more concerned about people and the parents more hysterical. James had alreaday found himself forced to wander around in his underwear, because the central heating salesman hadn't sold him an off-switch, and with a peg on his nose.
Possibly it was the smell that gave him away. Damn. Did this mean the police had better deductive powers than him?
obsessive jealousy, a radiator
Anyway, yet another writing soc game. For those who haven't gathered, we chose two 'things' (see cut title) and write them down, them throw them into seperate hats and pick one of each out. And then write for fifteen minutes. I really enjoy these things. No plot, no characterisation, no pressure... Just whatever arises! Usually humorous, though the type of humour varies. Usually I make no changes, or only very minor ones, when I post them here.
His hair was shinier. It made James jealous. The stranger's eyes were brighter, and his skin more flawless, and his clothes better fitting.
James killed him and hid the corpse under the floorboards.
The charity rep was smart. He handed over twenty quid before he realised she was smarter than him, and more charismatic.
She joined the too attractive Jehovah's Witness beneath the carpet.
A little while later a pair of too cute girl guide, a too rich relative and a too nice neighbour also took up residence there. The floorboards were beginning to bulge a bit, but since it was winter they didn't smell too bad.
The central heating salesman was ugly, and dumb, and rude, and poor. James bought three boilers, seventeen radiators, underfloor heating for nine rooms and double glazing. He lived in a four room bungalow.
His neighbours were more noisy than James, and the organisations more concerned about people and the parents more hysterical. James had alreaday found himself forced to wander around in his underwear, because the central heating salesman hadn't sold him an off-switch, and with a peg on his nose.
Possibly it was the smell that gave him away. Damn. Did this mean the police had better deductive powers than him?
obsessive jealousy, a radiator
