"...but he's also a SERIAL KILLER!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!1111" said Bobby, emphasising the numbers. "How do j00 expect me 2 c him now?"
"What?" asked Dreamweaver.
"WTF" replied Bill
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<[SE]ROB> OMG THIS IS TEH WIERDEST THING EVER
<iaya0246> wat
<Gilgamesh> STFU n00b
*** Circy enters chat
<Circy> Hey, I'm here, make fun of me already
* [SE]ROB asks for this topic to be locked
<Circy> Go ask someone else
<Gilgamesh> STFU n00b
<Circy> like pete
<Gilgamesh> STFU n00b
<Gilgamesh> STFU n00b
<Gilgamesh> STFU n00b
Next morning after breakfast I got into my mothers car, and went straight to Silent Memory Hospital for the Mentaly Insane. I was affraid... what if this man don't knows nothing? I went inside the hospital, a nurse sit at the reception. I asked:
-Could you please help me? I am looking for Thomas...
-What Thomas? What's his first name?
-Oh... I don't know.. I only know, that he is always telling fairy tales...
-Oh.. Thomas Hegger. Why do you want to see him?
-Oh... my.. my... his father asked me, to come in, and talk with him, because... because he wasn't here for a long time...
The nurse smiled:
-That's true... his father wasn't here for a long time... because HIS DEAD! HIS FATHER IS DEAD! NO GET OUT FROM HERE YOU LIER BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!
I ranned away. I have to get inside somehow, but how? I saw a ladder near a window, on the second floor. I climbed up. I was in the dining room. NO one else was there. I went outside and saw many many rooms with names on it: Alfred Dohan, John Maxino, and at the end of the corridor, there was a room... the room of Thomas Hegger. I went inside. He was sitting in a chair, and was reading something...
-Can I come in? - I asked affraid...
I'd continue it, but I'm a bit confused to what the story's about. All those... lines. Can't you guys just use normal paragraphs without the line or at least do something like
- this?
Disclaimer: Any sarcasm in my posts will not be mentioned as that would ruin the purpose. It is assumed that the reader is intelligent enough to tell the difference between what is sarcasm and what is not.
He slowly turned his head to me, while putting away the book he was reading.
- Who are you? he said to me with a light shaking voice. Before I ever answered his question, he interupted me.
- No, don't tell me! he said, Let me guess! Its something with R! R, Ro... Roger, thats it!
- Robert I corrected him, pretty not impressed since the big R on my T- shirt.
- Pretty close, he said anyway, What do you want?
- Uhm, I said, do you happen to know a certain Alex Moore?
- Ah yes, he responded quikly, yes a cute litlle girl isn't it? She hasn't visited me for a long time.
- Not since her grandfather died, I said.
- He has died? he asked surprised, I have barely noticed!
He laughed happily but rather scary.
Suddenly I started to wounder what I was doing there.
- Well, he said, whats about her?
- Uhm, I said pretty unconcentrated in the subject, what were you reading, just?
- Fairy tales, he said unbothered by me changing topic so fast, it is so much in them which you miss.
- But there is nothing there, I said bothered.
- You are all so shallow, he said, just because you can't experience an object, it doesn't mean you it exist. There is lots of things that you miss: hobbits, nincompoop smurfs, DreamEvils...
- I wanted to talk about the last, I interupted him, and he looked angrily at me.
- Haven't your parents teached you not to interupt people? he said bothered, now what did you just say...
- "Geez louise, i said why dont we have some fish sticks?"
With that i pooped the over head ballon with my "kids are special" pencil and grabbed the NEW Merriam-Webster Dictionary that fell. I opened it up and read...
curb\kerb\ n 1 : a bit that exerts pressure on a horses jaws 2 :CEHCK RESTRAINT
and gasped, "but, i dont . . . have a hors!!!1!111 (or a restraining order for taht matter"
i couldnt belive my eyes, how did merriam know, and did merrriam tell webster or did he eavesdrop?
thes thoughts running around in myhead. . .
i had to ask the manager of the dreaded "Quik-Stik Adhesive Labels" Company
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