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Age: 23,67 (my latest phone bill).
Every 9th word has to be an animal.
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Suzy Miller wasn’t even awake yet, but her cat was. This little fellow decided to put his ass straight onto her face, so she woke up. “Rats!” she yelled in a daze of confusion and sloth. She got out of bed, yawned, and couldn’t bear the bright natural light coming through the window’s insect screen. She felt awful. Yeah, these were the dog days. Suzy Miller stretched and scratched her stupid mosquito bites. The window screen had some holes. Probably moths. Fuck.
Everything sucked and her parents were being bitches. Suzy was sick of everyone, and while Very Ape was playing loudly, she decided to leave the bird’s nest. She would just walk around town and horse around, maybe go to the park and chase geese. And when it would become dark, and the bats started coming out, she would look for a foxy abandoned building to stay the night, away from snakes and other dangers. She had always learned to duck and cover in such dangerous situations, but with snakes that didn’t really work. Suzy was a tough chick but when it came to large and venomous serpents she was out. She turned into a big scaredy-cat.
Age: 23,67 (my latest phone bill).
Every 9th word has to be an animal.
Untitled story
Suzy Miller wasn’t even awake yet, but her cat was. This little fellow decided to put his ass straight onto her face, so she woke up. “Rats!” she yelled in a daze of confusion and sloth. She got out of bed, yawned, and couldn’t bear the bright natural light coming through the window’s insect screen. She felt awful. Yeah, these were the dog days. Suzy Miller stretched and scratched her stupid mosquito bites. The window screen had some holes. Probably moths. Fuck.
Everything sucked and her parents were being bitches. Suzy was sick of everyone, and while Very Ape was playing loudly, she decided to leave the bird’s nest. She would just walk around town and horse around, maybe go to the park and chase geese. And when it would become dark, and the bats started coming out, she would look for a foxy abandoned building to stay the night, away from snakes and other dangers. She had always learned to duck and cover in such dangerous situations, but with snakes that didn’t really work. Suzy was a tough chick but when it came to large and venomous serpents she was out. She turned into a big scaredy-cat.
Suzy
still slept with her old wrecked teddy bear, Mr. Cuddlebutt. Suzy would
leave him for the fishes when she would leave home. She was a bitch,
too, sometimes. Heartless, cold, kinda dumb. Like most primates. I guess
growing up does strange things to human beings. At certain times she
could get really cocky, too. She grabbed her borrowed copy of The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe, who she considered the bee’s knees in American
poetry. She also liked Virginia Woolf a lot. And of course she liked
candy, bunnies, TV shows and bike rides. Everybody does.
She’d worm her way out of the back door to fly to her freedom. She would dance like a puppy and run away, far away to wherever her spider sense would take her. This trip would be doggone awesome, surely. Her father, Jaq, named after the mouse from Cinderella, was listening to a record by Seal so he wouldn’t notice her crawling on her leopard print slippers. She’d be gone.
Of course her pigeon’s instinct prevented her from doing anything. She totally pussied out. She went back to sleep on her sheep’s wool pillow and thought about spending the summer’s lamb’s tail reading books, sleeping and playing Sonic The Hedgehog. He reminded her of herself. The hair, mainly.
Voila. En nu ga je naar de website om Suzy Miller te kopen, en eventueel No Regerts, O.H. Buoy en Robot-K ook. Er staan publicaties van mij in elke editie, dus dan weet je dat het de moeite is. Denk ik.
Merci!
She’d worm her way out of the back door to fly to her freedom. She would dance like a puppy and run away, far away to wherever her spider sense would take her. This trip would be doggone awesome, surely. Her father, Jaq, named after the mouse from Cinderella, was listening to a record by Seal so he wouldn’t notice her crawling on her leopard print slippers. She’d be gone.
Of course her pigeon’s instinct prevented her from doing anything. She totally pussied out. She went back to sleep on her sheep’s wool pillow and thought about spending the summer’s lamb’s tail reading books, sleeping and playing Sonic The Hedgehog. He reminded her of herself. The hair, mainly.
Voila. En nu ga je naar de website om Suzy Miller te kopen, en eventueel No Regerts, O.H. Buoy en Robot-K ook. Er staan publicaties van mij in elke editie, dus dan weet je dat het de moeite is. Denk ik.
Merci!
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