After my shift, I called James. His phone rang once, twice, before he finally picked up.
"Hey man, wassup?" his greeting was chill. The opposite of my day.
"Bro, I just had an abominable day. This old lady called in to say that her computer wasn't- ACHOOO! Working and when we went out there it was this mansion of a house and she had, like, ACHOOO! A million freaking cats!"
"Aren't you allergic?" James inquired.
"Yes! So we shuffled through this ACHOOO! house and, bro, she spilled water on her computer. Bro, it's like common sense to not spill water on your computer! Then, as if that wasn't enough, she demanded a full compensation!"
"Demanded?" James asked, "How did she have the right-"
"I DON'T KNOW! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! ARRRGGGGHHHH" I broke into a coughing fit.
"You okay there, dude?" James sounded worried.
"Yeah," I sniffled, "I just had a rough day."
"Come over for allergy meds and Dungeons and Dragons. We'll have a nerd's night it."
I hope reading this gave you as much joy as writing this gave me.
~Scar
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Short Stories
DiversosSome short stories that myself and a friend HaliMiller, who has since deleted her account :( wrote and published in this little book. It is mostly content from story-based papers we've written at school, but also stories that we wrote just for the h...
