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I've been waiting for good news at dinner time, from my wife but no nothing. I sit there at the table. Slowly chomping on some bread, then a note is bought to me. I take it and looked at it, it said in big letters,” WE’RE OVER MIKE". I ripped the note up and throw the bits to the floor. I just had to go and have a little bit of time to clear my head. I ran out the restaurant kicking a chair over on my way out. AHHHHHH what the hell had I done, I thought, I had done nothing. We were going to get married and have kids she said she waited to grow old together. But what was the good news she had to tell me. I had to find out.
I run but then stop what am I thinking, she won't take me back. I scream out in rage I’m so angry and depressed. There’s a shop a little way in front of me, with a big glass window. I run jumping forwards about to smash through the glass window. But NO I stop and just lay on the floor. As it starts to rain, I start to cry cold tears run down my face. I jump up and run through the rain, back to the restaurant. I need something to eat.
I walk into the restaurant with rain dripping off my hair, I think about her the way she walked, the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she talked, so real, and I couldn't go on with out her. I sit down in a chair at a table. I put up my hand and call the waiter, a waiter comes over to me "Yes sir what do you want for your dinner" "ERRRM some fish with pea's please" "Certainly sir" "Thank you". I wanted a fish something with bones in so I might choke on them. I hadn't to wait for a little while, so in the meantime I sat there thinking, about things and what had gone wrong.
Well nothing had gone wrong really I hadn't done anything bad, why did she just say its over? This fish was bought over to me and I looked down at it. It looked like it had a frown on its face; it looked like it was angry with me and didn't want me to eat it. Yeah well course it didn't want me to eat it but it did. With out looking for bones and it happened I started choking. Everyone in the restaurant looked at me. Someone ran over to me and went he’s choking. Yeah course I’m bloody choking, I felt like say but I couldn't because I was choking.
"He's going purple" someone screamed. Then I stopped and blacked out. Clouds everywhere I was in heaven and I had died on my sad night with no-one. I walked on the clouds and looked forwards it was her now I knew why it was over. Because she was going to die and she wanted me to join her.
I run but then stop what am I thinking, she won't take me back. I scream out in rage I’m so angry and depressed. There’s a shop a little way in front of me, with a big glass window. I run jumping forwards about to smash through the glass window. But NO I stop and just lay on the floor. As it starts to rain, I start to cry cold tears run down my face. I jump up and run through the rain, back to the restaurant. I need something to eat.
I walk into the restaurant with rain dripping off my hair, I think about her the way she walked, the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she talked, so real, and I couldn't go on with out her. I sit down in a chair at a table. I put up my hand and call the waiter, a waiter comes over to me "Yes sir what do you want for your dinner" "ERRRM some fish with pea's please" "Certainly sir" "Thank you". I wanted a fish something with bones in so I might choke on them. I hadn't to wait for a little while, so in the meantime I sat there thinking, about things and what had gone wrong.
Well nothing had gone wrong really I hadn't done anything bad, why did she just say its over? This fish was bought over to me and I looked down at it. It looked like it had a frown on its face; it looked like it was angry with me and didn't want me to eat it. Yeah well course it didn't want me to eat it but it did. With out looking for bones and it happened I started choking. Everyone in the restaurant looked at me. Someone ran over to me and went he’s choking. Yeah course I’m bloody choking, I felt like say but I couldn't because I was choking.
"He's going purple" someone screamed. Then I stopped and blacked out. Clouds everywhere I was in heaven and I had died on my sad night with no-one. I walked on the clouds and looked forwards it was her now I knew why it was over. Because she was going to die and she wanted me to join her.
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No not really just I need to check them more recently.
Wait, so you use Word but still mess up the spelling and grammar? Tut, tut.
I just think up the ideas as I go along then put it on word,and change bits.
I hate plans. As soon as you start writing you think of something new and then everything ends up changing and the plan becomes useless.
C®ø§$ Bób wrote:
> LOL none really.
Have you ever considered writing a story, then reading it and correcting all the grammar, punctuation and spelling mistakes?
In fact, have you ever considered planning a story a little bit? Some plot development etc.
Plan
Write
Read
Correct mistakes
Add improvements
Re-read
Improve..
??
Do you just type straight into the message box with little idea of where the story is actually going to go?
> LOL none really.
Have you ever considered writing a story, then reading it and correcting all the grammar, punctuation and spelling mistakes?
In fact, have you ever considered planning a story a little bit? Some plot development etc.
Plan
Write
Read
Correct mistakes
Add improvements
Re-read
Improve..
??
Do you just type straight into the message box with little idea of where the story is actually going to go?
Memorandum! wrote:
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> hahaha
> So what stories have been written slowly then?
LOL none really.
> ...
>
> hahaha
> So what stories have been written slowly then?
LOL none really.
JFH wrote:
> It was the word he was meant to use, just without the 'r'. I'm sure
> crossbob could quite easily tell us the difference between brought
> and bought should he need to.
Pfft, 70% of people on this place type 'brought' when they mean 'bought'.
And if it says "bought", that's what I take it to be. I'm not supposed to have to correct stories as I read them.
> It was the word he was meant to use, just without the 'r'. I'm sure
> crossbob could quite easily tell us the difference between brought
> and bought should he need to.
Pfft, 70% of people on this place type 'brought' when they mean 'bought'.
And if it says "bought", that's what I take it to be. I'm not supposed to have to correct stories as I read them.
It was the word he was meant to use, just without the 'r'. I'm sure crossbob could quite easily tell us the difference between brought and bought should he need to.
And by the way, that wasn't a spelling mistake, it was A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WORD.
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hahaha
So what stories have been written slowly then?
hahaha
So what stories have been written slowly then?
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