Sunday, July 12, 2009

He needed a lot of tissues

The pain in James' tongue was finally starting to recede. About time, he thought. Nearly fifteen minutes had passed since he stapled it to his wooden office desk, and the first five had been sheer agony. Who would have guessed a staple gun could cause so much hurt? Not James, that's for certain. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time - maybe not convenient – but at least it would take his mind off of the economy report he had to finish before the end of the day. But now reality came crashing down on him, and he realized he was going to have to find a way to get the nail clip out and his tongue back in his mouth, and then actually finish that damned report.

I wrote a weird short story. You can read it at deviantArt, although you might need a membership to do so. But I don't want to post it here, cause it would flood the entire page. 

Writing is fun. So fun. 

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