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So I was inspired by a post in the writers forum as well as Atlanta Nights to see just how bad I can write (on purpose).
We all know the rules of how to write well. How about having some fun: writing god awfully! Only rule, you have to continue whatever the story as posted directly above.
Mispellings (lol) and grammatical mistakes ok as long as its legible!
Shall I start?
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Dick Strong woke up uneasily in the morning at 8:52 and went into his bathroom to look at himself. He looked really tired from sleeping badly and drinking like a thirsty fish. He sighed and looked at himself. He was gaining weight, he was over 200 lbs now, not bad for a 5 foot 3 man he figured reasonably to himself.
From the other room, his wife called out angrily, "Dick get your ass downstairs."
He quickly washed his face and ran quickly down the stairs and quickly faced his wife.
"You're going to be late for work again," she chided him derisively.
"So what," he asked, inquiringly even though he knew her answer which he really didn't feel a whole bunch like listening to annoyingly again this particular April 3rd Tuesday of 2010.
"If you loose your job," she began, angrily. "You will lose this!" she exclaimed even more angrily than her first statement. She held her hands above herself, pointing downwardly at herself like she was a damned old genie or whatever it was she might have thought she was or something.
"Listen woman," he started to say defensively...
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We all know the rules of how to write well. How about having some fun: writing god awfully! Only rule, you have to continue whatever the story as posted directly above.
Mispellings (lol) and grammatical mistakes ok as long as its legible!
Shall I start?
-----
Dick Strong woke up uneasily in the morning at 8:52 and went into his bathroom to look at himself. He looked really tired from sleeping badly and drinking like a thirsty fish. He sighed and looked at himself. He was gaining weight, he was over 200 lbs now, not bad for a 5 foot 3 man he figured reasonably to himself.
From the other room, his wife called out angrily, "Dick get your ass downstairs."
He quickly washed his face and ran quickly down the stairs and quickly faced his wife.
"You're going to be late for work again," she chided him derisively.
"So what," he asked, inquiringly even though he knew her answer which he really didn't feel a whole bunch like listening to annoyingly again this particular April 3rd Tuesday of 2010.
"If you loose your job," she began, angrily. "You will lose this!" she exclaimed even more angrily than her first statement. She held her hands above herself, pointing downwardly at herself like she was a damned old genie or whatever it was she might have thought she was or something.
"Listen woman," he started to say defensively...
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