Random Little Things by Skye Sweetman (best ereader for students .txt) 📖

The ping to the pong XD (JTHM)

It was dark.

Oh so very dark.

I hear some noise, grunting to be more specific, from the outside.

WOAH WOAH WOAH AM I INSIDE SOMETHING!?!?

Anyways, I heard some grunting and some cursing from somewhere, considerably outside from where I am.

" God damn it, why does entertainment have to be so fucking heavy? " I heard a low voice say. Hmm... well the only valuable information I have is that this person is a guy.

That is probably stronger than me.

And smarter.

And that will probably kill me.

OK OK OK THIS IS NO TIME TO PANIC STAY CALM!!

Breath in , breath out.

Retrace your steps. Retrace your steps.

You were at cafe Le Prick.

Yeah, you were drinking your coffee, remember?

ok then you saw a guy. 

THEN HE PUNCHED YOUR FACE AND LED YOU TO WHAT YOU ARE INTO NOW!!

Sometimes I think I'm overly dramatic.

BUMP!

"OW" I yelled.

I can already feel a bump forming on the side of my head.

"Shit sorry"

BUMP

Gosh, how many bumps am I going to have to Suffer today?

30 minutes have passed and I am about ready to get out of this bag and see if this guy wants some bumps on his head.

Well, now that I think of it that wouldn't be a good idea.

Light.

Air.

A rotten smell.

I'm blinded by the light.

It seems to be reflecting off every surface it touches.

I have never been so happy to smell air.

Fresh air.

Ok not fresh but if you spent 30 minutes in a bag then even air in a junkyard would be fresh.

I feel hands placed on me, grabbing hold of my body, helping me up.

I open my eyes that I didn't even realize that I had closed them.

Blood, everywhere.

Bodies of people.

Disemboweled, stabbed, pulled apart, everything clinically imaginative.

"Hey" 

 I turn around to face a young man. He had short black hair and

he wore a shirt that had "Z?" on it, black jeans with some pretty cool looking steel toe boots.

" what do you want? Please I'll do anything just dont kill me!!" I screeched as I grabbed a hold of his thin little leg.

"If you dont let go then I will kill you" he said. "Just follow me." He walked down another flight of stairs.

I, of course, followed.

Twenty minutes and fifty set of stairs later, we finally arrived to an even filthier location then the other rooms. In the middle of the room was a large ping pong table and a paddle on each end. The man walked to the left side of the table and grabbed a paddle. "My name is Nny, by the way" Nny stated matter-of-factedly. "Nny" I whispered. Rolls off the tounge nicely.

"So are you going to play with me or do I have to kill you?"

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Text: Skye Sweetman
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Editing: Author
Translation: Author
Publication Date: 05-27-2014

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