Just a quick one today folks as I'm knackered from work. (nb. Anybody who actually reads this. When I'm famous you'll all read this and be like 'wow, he totally never used to have any fans'. Or I'll just never have any fans and nobody will ever read this. Either way...)
Although I guess I could rant about work for a little while. Work. Worky work work. It sucks, I'll say that much. I just really hate being in a job that only pays the bills. I mean, is it too much to ask to actually enjoy what I do for a job? Just a little. Rather than performing simple tasks that a chimpanzee (or even better and cooler, a robot) could perform instead of me. It just gets me down. Especially when work decide they want me in aaaaall the time, when I also have Uni work to do. Or to procrastinate from doing. Either way takes time, ya know.
But I digress, I don't want to turn this into a blog where I just moan all the time to you guys.
So, onto the writing. What? I said just a quick one. Jeez.
Today I'm just gonna use a first sentence stick again as I'm beat and ten minutes seems more than long enough right now.
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First Sentence Stick - 'Charlotte ate green peppers all day long.' -
Charlotte ate green peppers all day long. She didn't particularly like green peppers, but that was all there was in this place. Her and Bobby were taking shelter in an abandoned farm just off the coast. It was pretty quiet in this area, but it hadn't been abandoned long. The peppers were still edible.
What kind of stupid farmer only grew one kind of vegetable anyway?
Wait... Were Green Peppers vegetables? They had seeds, so Charlotte couldn't decide. She told herself she would look it up when the world returned to normal.
'Charlie!' came Bobby's voice, from outside. At first Charlotte worried as to why Bobby would be shouting for her, but her voice didn't seem panicked. Charlotte rose from where she was sitting in the comforting warmth of the greenhouse and progressed outside to the source of the voice.
'There you are. Help me with this, would you?' Bobby said. She was stood next to an archaic looking tractor, something out of the forties.
'We're not gonna get anywhere on that, Bobby. It looks like it's nearly fossilized.'
'That's why that's not what I wanna use it for, silly. There's some kind of door nearby, leading underground. It's locked tight and I can't find anything to open it with. What I have found is this thing, which has a winch attached.'
'So you're gonna use it to pull the door open?'
'Bingo!' Bobby had a wide smile on her face, obviously impressed with herself.
'Bobby, won't that create... well... a lot of noise? We don't want to attract those things.'
'It'll only be for like, two minutes tops, and we'll be underground afterwards so...'
'So what? We'll be safe? Or trapped?'
Bobby didn't answer. She just dropped her head for a few seconds before looking up at Charlotte, fixing her with those eyes that she just knew she couldn't resist giving in to. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and began swaggering over to her.
'C'moooon Charls. You know that I know you. You know that you're just as curious as I am what's down there.'
'Well... I mean, you're not wrong, it's just-'
'Great!' she whooped, grabbing the winch cable and running towards the door.
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What's underneath the door? Will the tractor work? What are the things Charlie and Bobby are running from? What happened to world to make people abandon their homes?
Who knows? I sure don't. And you never will either.
On that note, g'night all!
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