:: blame the extended gestation.... ::

:: Friday, May 07, 2004 ::

This is the start of a story. Its a short story, so don't worry about getting comfortable, it will be over before you have time to think about it. And its not like I want you to think about any of this anyways. I'm just writing because I have nothing else to do. You're just reading for the same reason. Maybe you think you should have something to do. Maybe this is just my two cents to help you along the way to get to that no-where special that you've always dreamed of getting to. I don't know and I don't really care. All I know is this is my first short story. Its about a boy with fire engine red hair. He eats too fast and can't digest his food very well. Sometimes he chokes. This is a short story about the last time he choked. He swallowed so hard and then he turned blue. He turned blue, and everyone around him began to scream. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He wanted to breath, but he couldn't. This is the part of the story where the boy with fire engine red hair dies. THis is the point where you ask yourself why you kept reading. This is the point where I ask myself why I don't stop writing....

:: Jim Nichols 5/07/2004 01:22:00 AM [+] ::
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