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I'll start with a piece of text, and everybody writes a paragraph of his/her own to add to the story. Try to be serious about it, but not too serious.
"Damn", said Michael as he cut himself for the fifth time this morning, while shaving. The usually smooth landscape of his face was now blemished by a few cuts here and there. He was shaving too fast, too rough. He had had a strange sleep that he could hardly wake up from. Perhaps ordering "something green" from the bartender was indication enough that he was way too drunk yesterday, but he had ordered it anyways. Now he paid the price AND he was late for his first day at work. "Not a good way to start a career", he muttered to himself, and grimaced as the aftershave bit into the small cuts. He threw a comb through his uncooperative hair and forced it into shape. The hair, that is, not the comb. He hurried out the bathroom, tripping over Furling. Confused and ever so innocently Furling curled up her tail, while she looked at the crumpled body on the floor known as Michael, straight into his eyes. Cursing his cat, Michael stood up and rubbed his neck. "You're lucky you're so cute," said Michael as he threw his towel over his cat and got dressed. He liked to dress smartly. He grabbed his keys and wallet, and hurried to the door. He looked back briefly at Furling as she fought the evil monster towel vigorously, biting and chewing on it as she went. The sun was glaring through the front door, making him squint and groan as a dull pain in his head flared up. "Here we go," thought Michael to himself as he sighed and stepped out the frontdoor.
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(VISITOR) AUTHOR'S NAME
NovaFlash
MESSAGE TIMESTAMP
12 september 2005, 05:01:35
AUTHOR'S IP LOGGED
82.173.243.78
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