Brujah |
05-03-2012 02:14 AM |
Neverending Story
An exercise in writing for the creative among us. No rules. Write whatever you want. Mix in any genre you'd like. I'll start the narrative.
"Stupid bitch," he muttered to himself. She rang his cat food up three times, overcharging for the purchase and seemingly took forever to correct the mistake. He lived with his mother, and she insisted he bring home cat food after work or she'd lock him out. Here he was, one service industry employee taking out his frustrations on another. She laughed at her own mistake and apologized waiting for the manager to respond to the alert that signalled his attention was needed.
The ground shook violently accompanied by a bizarre light show of bright colors and a crackling energy. A seering heat shot through his skull as he dropped to the floor, before blacking out. His eyes narrowed trying to focus as he awoke, gazing at the triple-breasted female before him.
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