A 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...
The next day, almost immediately after Rick came home from his crappy catalogue job, he started to fumble around with the oblong box.
He mixed and shuffled, eventually finding the right way to fit his arm inside and have the box at the right length to cover the accurate area of his wrist. Top and bottom flaps and other scraps lay on the floor in front him as he played with his concept, ultimately deciding to squish the box around his wrist into a cylinder and to use the flaps to make the concrete slamming end of the fist.
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'Even if this is the only cosplay accessory I have, I'll make sure it's the best!' Rick thought to himself, before throwing down the cardboard on the bed, grabbing his satchel, and heading out to invest in spray paint, wire and pipe-cleaners.
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With the last laces, zips and buckles of Daisy's boots fastened, she stood in front of the mirror to admire her handy work. She twirled a little to get a good look at everything before moving to her dresser and pulling out her laptop.
"Google Images Search, '1960's makeup'" she said to herself, hitting enter.
Pictures of Brigitte Bardot, Twiggy and Jean Shrimpton appeared on screen showing the classic block mascara and bold high creased eyeliner. Daisy opened up her drawers and pulled out a black eye shadow, a thin nail brush and some mascara.
She made herself up and added a flush of rose to her cheeks before picking up her final outfit piece, an exact replica of the legendary weapon, 'The Ripper' in its original form. Stood in front of her mirror trying s few poses, she thought to herself, 'This is gonna be good'...
