Daisy sat cross-legged on her bed, hand stitching a strip of yellow elastic around the waistband of a bright blue, sleeved yoga suit, "Mr Sandman" by the Chordettes played quietly in the background on her stereo as she sewed.
Her phone lit up. It was a Skype call from a preppy girly-girl whom her parents had tried to set up a friendship with. Daisy caught an image in her head of herself wearing a peplum fitted white top and a floral miniskirt and almost gagged.
"She can keep her flowery shite to herself, thank you very much," she muttered under her breath.
Daisy's attention was then drawn back to sewing yellow onto her soon to be Vault Suit cosplay.
***
Rick was wandering through some unexplored wasteland in only partial power armour and was close to dying.
Well, dead now. Thanks a lot, Mirelurk!
"Maybe, Rick, you should pay more attention to the mini map so next time, you don't get jumped by a FUCKING MIRELURK PUSSY THAT YOU COULD HAVE SEEN COMING!" Rick fumed to himself.
He flopped back in his gamer chair with his hands above his head and sighed.
"I need complete power armour, this is just difficult, but I really wanted that power fist..." he pondered. There was no way he could afford it, and no way he could afford to use it. But...
Rick sat up just then. "I could make it here. I could make my character. The only thing is I need to budget build..."
A cardboard box in the corner of his room caught his eye, next to it was some metallic spray paint he used to paint his NERF gun, and he smiled to himself.
Could he actually do this?
Well he sure as hell was going to try.
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Krótkie OpowiadaniaA collection of my own short stories inspired by friends, myself and some outside inspiration. This will be a book full of lots of short stories based on pretty much anything. Clichés, stereotypes, popular topics, genre etc. I will take these kinds...
