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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 1:55:48 GMT
After last weeks triumphant success, I thought we'd jump into a more creative exorcise. Write something starting with the sentence:
The nurse left the room.
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Post by Logo (The Horrorshow Freak) on Mar 11, 2014 2:09:32 GMT
"The nurse left the room. I have aids."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 2:28:52 GMT
"The nurse left the room. I have aids." If this weren't your site, I'd ban you. |
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Post by Logo (The Horrorshow Freak) on Mar 11, 2014 2:34:14 GMT
"The nurse left the room. I have aids." If this weren't your site, I'd ban you. For doing the task? |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 2:38:47 GMT
If this weren't your site, I'd ban you. For doing the task? Technically, you're right. I did say "Write something," but you know what I meant. |
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Post by Logo (The Horrorshow Freak) on Mar 11, 2014 2:59:58 GMT
Technically, you're right. I did say "Write something," but you know what I meant. Oh so there's a word count we have to get? Fine. "The nurse left the room. I just found out I have aids. Damn you Slappy." |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 23:07:48 GMT
The nurse left the room. It wasn’t quite a storm off, but it wasn’t far from it, giving a high-pitched grunt of disapproval before squeezing her oversized body through the narrow door frame of Dr. Edgar Frank’s office. The catalyst of her malcontent was the fact that Dr. Frank had spent the entirety of his first day at the hospital placing yellow smiley face stickers on all of the heads on his anatomy charts and turning his skull replica into a jack-o’-lantern by scribbling on it with a permanent marker. “Who is she to judge? I’m the Goddamned doctor here,” he often muttered under his breath in every hospital he’d ever worked, this one proving to be just the same.
It was Dr. Frank’s foolhardy smile that separated him from the rest of the upper-middle-class, white, wrinkled faces that sit atop bodies in scrubs and white coats. He’d often grin from ear to ear with the look of a three-year-old riding the lion on the merry-go-round, the most prestigious seat in the rotating house. It was a look that both welcomed and alienated his patients. While his happy demeanor can be inviting for nervous patients, it comes off as a little dastardly when packaged with sentences like “We’re going to have to amputate the foot.”
Not two minutes after the wide-set nurse left, Craig Pinkerton, a large air-conditioner repairman with a striking resemblance to the fictional offspring of Abraham Lincoln and a bridge troll, hobbled into Dr. Frank’s office, complaining of a pain running through his entire body. With his thumbs nestled deep behind the shoulder straps of his overalls, Pinkerton rubbed his thumbnail across a large bump on his collar bone that had been bothering him and sat down at the large mahogany desk with the nameplate that read “DR. EDGAR FRANK, M.D.” in bold, white engraved letters. He picked a piece of lettuce from gap between his two good teeth before started on the regular pleasantries that followed an introductory conversation with the local air-conditioner repairman.
“How’s the wife?”s were quickly followed by “My kid’s an honor student!”s. This was the conversation of two happy-go-lucky acquaintances with absolutely nothing in common other than the fact that each had spawned offspring. The fact that Dr. Frank’s legendary grin was easily matched by Pinkerton’s constant, toothless smile only made things last longer, and the colloquial interaction lasted long past quitting time. The two were growing to be fast friends, and the only thing that could stop them would be the blue folder in Dr. Frank’s hands.
Dr. Frank slowly ran his index finger around the outer curve of the folder, starting at the top. Once he reached the bottom-right corner, he flicked it open and revealed the answers that Pinkerton had came in to find.
Maybe it was fate that the two would meet on Dr. Frank’s first day at his new job or maybe it was just random chance, but whatever the reason, it was meeting with another constant smiler that forced him to finally drop his. The corners of his mouth fell down at an angle much like the top-half of a circle, and Dr. Frank said to Pinkerton the other three words that change a relationship forever.
“You have cancer.”
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Post by Logo (The Horrorshow Freak) on Jul 17, 2014 12:17:33 GMT
I just realized how good this is. Awesome work Steven.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 6:44:42 GMT
I just realized how good this is. Awesome work Steven. Only four months after the fact, but I'll still take it. |
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Post by Logo (The Horrorshow Freak) on Jul 23, 2014 6:52:06 GMT
I just realized how good this is. Awesome work Steven. Only four months after the fact, but I'll still take it. Well it's better than what you gave Saint's Schism which you never read. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 7:03:42 GMT
Only four months after the fact, but I'll still take it. Well it's better than what you gave Saint's Schism which you never read. Wow. Hitting below the belt, I see. |
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Post by Logo (The Horrorshow Freak) on Jul 23, 2014 7:08:59 GMT
Well it's better than what you gave Saint's Schism which you never read. Wow. Hitting below the belt, I see. Well I AM the dirtiest player in the game right? |
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