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By Histle JJL Mechanics (Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 10:28:42 AM EST) stories, fiction, writing stories (all tags)
Note: The contained text is a story, not a how-to on writing a short story.

I must write a short story. The clock is against me. My brain is frozen. There is nothing to put down on the paper.

The dim light from the 40 watt bulb in the overhead lamp is distracting. Its too dark, yet anything stronger would be too bright. I could adjust the lamp, but I need to finish this short story.

The clock is against me.

If I start writing something, maybe the floodgates will open. Good, good. I started to write. "Waiting for the break of day, ..."

Nothing more.

The clock is against me. I can hear it ticking. Its even a digital clock.

Its too warm in here. Or its too cold. One way and the other, no matter how I adjust the temperature, it is one or the other. My left foot starts to tap anxiously against the hardwood floors. The sound echoes through the otherwise empty room.

The clock...

Its late. I need sleep. Giving up, I close my eyes.

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clock's really a nice guy by georgeha (3.66 / 3) #1 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 10:32:46 AM EST
so I don't see what he has against you.

I was sitting at my desk waiting for a call. by The Fool (2.00 / 1) #2 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 10:43:20 AM EST
Cause you never know when a call will come. My head was resting on my desk, right next to the corporate bottle of Scotch. The Scotch was getting pretty low, and I had just opened the petty cash drawer to make a withdrawal when in walks this gorgeous pair of legs.

The voice that came in with the legs was just as gorgeous. "Spam Slade, I presume."

I bumped the Scotch as I sat up again, but I managed to catch it in time. Yeah, she was a real looker, all right...

I was driving home by Bob Abooey (3.25 / 4) #3 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 11:12:35 AM EST
It was late.

My 92 Plymouth was limping along in traffic, the exhaust system proudly announcing my presence as I rolled along. I needed a distraction, something, anything to take my mind off this horrible dilemma that had embedded itself into my sub-conscience. Like a hamster on a wheel it spun round and round yet never went anywhere.

I flipped on the radio only to hear a song by the big hair band Poison. Gah, no, I wildly reached for the dial to change stations but it was too late, my loins began to stir and as the blood rushed to my penis. "Oh shit, will I always be cursed" I mumbled to myself while flipping the radio off.

It wasn't that I found anything about the band Poison to be arousing, but rather they reminded me  of Amy, my ex-girlfriend, who had the best 80's big hair that I've ever seen.

Amy loved to give head and she was quite adept at it. So adept at it, in fact, that I will forever have the picture of her big-hair head bobbing on my manhood burned into my brain. As such anytime I hear a big-hair band song come on the radio I think big-hair->Amy->great sex and I get aroused.

Alas! Big-hair band erections have been a source of embarrassment for the past 5 years, but not my biggest problem at the moment, I still needed a way to figure out how to crack the Liebowitz encryption before the Feds, or I was looking at 20 years hard labour...

Warmest regards,
--Your best pal Bob

...and i always will be... by clock (3.00 / 3) #4 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 11:16:44 AM EST

I agree with clock entirely --Kellnerin

SOMEbody by StackyMcRacky (4.00 / 2) #6 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 11:22:52 AM EST
doesn't have a sense of humor!

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Sorry by Histle JJL Mechanics (2.00 / 0) #7 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 11:26:38 AM EST
I'm just still upset about Bob's post above. He was SO CLOSE, you see..

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LOLapalooza! by theboz (4.00 / 6) #5 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 11:21:33 AM EST
The people who care
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That's what I always say about you, boz, you have a good memory for random facts about pussy. -- joh3n
In re: poll, by blixco (2.00 / 0) #8 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 11:54:28 AM EST
I accidentally had a conversation in italian at lunchtime. I don't speak italian. - Merekat
Once upon a time by Herring (4.00 / 1) #9 Fri Jan 05, 2007 at 12:18:21 PM EST
I was falling in love
Now I'm only falling apart

christ, we're all old now - StackyMcRacky
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