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WhoaitsZ · 10-17-2003, 11:47 PM

i started typing from bordem. all written in five mins flat, no rereading.

She smiled. I laughed. Our hand intertwined and holding tight.

She worked in a bar. I was never a drinker, yet I enjoyed occasional liquors. I saw her, she was quite pretty.

Tall. Redhead. Busty.

I drank my shot and I realized I forgot to tip her. Her confused smile quickly straightened as I returned and handed out a crisp $10 bill.

‘Too much’, she said, yet took it anyway. I walked away and I heard her holler my way. I knew she had called at me.

I returned.

‘Too much, I told you.’ She spoke, looking pretty ill.

‘For your smile, miss.’ I said, trying to be cool. If a man with a frog in his throat could possibly sound cool, I was one cool guy.

“Take the fucking money.”

I blinked. I took it. She stomped off. Weird.

I got home and decided to get some chips from a vending machine.

‘Ha!’, I thought. She gave me one buck back. Wee.

I saw a phone number. Hmm…..

“So, how about a movie”, I asked Rachel. Rachel was the bar tenders’ name and we had hit it off after I called her.

“Sounds good. Then bed.”, she cooed.

Now our hands are intertwined.

I look around, she sleeps a deep sleep.

I sighed. ‘Damnit I have to get up!’ I thought gloomily and stood. Rachel woke and stared at me.

“Feed me first.” She said hungrily. She took me in. Complete.

She bit down hard.

I woke up.

Tears soon hit my cheeks as I woke in a hospital room.

A dream. Nothing more.

Fuck.

10-17-2003, 11:47 PM	#41 (permalink)
WhoaitsZ Crazy Location: right behind you...	i started typing from bordem. all written in five mins flat, no rereading. She smiled. I laughed. Our hand intertwined and holding tight. She worked in a bar. I was never a drinker, yet I enjoyed occasional liquors. I saw her, she was quite pretty. Tall. Redhead. Busty. I drank my shot and I realized I forgot to tip her. Her confused smile quickly straightened as I returned and handed out a crisp $10 bill. ‘Too much’, she said, yet took it anyway. I walked away and I heard her holler my way. I knew she had called at me. I returned. ‘Too much, I told you.’ She spoke, looking pretty ill. ‘For your smile, miss.’ I said, trying to be cool. If a man with a frog in his throat could possibly sound cool, I was one cool guy. “Take the fucking money.” I blinked. I took it. She stomped off. Weird. I got home and decided to get some chips from a vending machine. ‘Ha!’, I thought. She gave me one buck back. Wee. I saw a phone number. Hmm….. “So, how about a movie”, I asked Rachel. Rachel was the bar tenders’ name and we had hit it off after I called her. “Sounds good. Then bed.”, she cooed. Now our hands are intertwined. I look around, she sleeps a deep sleep. I sighed. ‘Damnit I have to get up!’ I thought gloomily and stood. Rachel woke and stared at me. “Feed me first.” She said hungrily. She took me in. Complete. She bit down hard. I woke up. Tears soon hit my cheeks as I woke in a hospital room. A dream. Nothing more. Fuck.