100 days

Day #94: 9/13/14

This is a transcript of a skype conversation I am having at this moment. 

me: go.

ryan: um... lets see here... um.. got it. okay so there was there was- one day there was a small town. in this small time the people didn't speak. they only gestured. the only reason for that was that everyone's mouth was sewn shut was... nobody knows. So nobody talked. This story is getting me nowhere.

me: *tries to catch up.*

ryan: then one day in this very place of desolate silence a man arrived and started talking to the people.

me: go on.

ryan: and suddenly, a new problem arose for the people, as since no one could understand eachother, for the townspeople spoke  very specific form of sign language, and the man only spoke very very proper english.

me: okay

ryan: so, to solve said problem, the people rose up against him, shot him, and buried him in a ditch. 

me: laughs

ryan: you may be thinking this is the end but really, this is only the beginning.

me: k

ryan: because every night after that very day the townsfolk started to hear the mans voice. No words, but just a tune. it went on for days and days and the people were restless and the children wouldn't stop screaming. 

me: mmmmkay

ryan: til finally, they could take it no longer. They ripped off the stitches, screaming up to the heavens "we are sorry for our wrongs. we should not have killed you" then the mans soul, seeing all was forgiven, released the townspeople of their curse. THE END.