AcidBunny
Bluelighter
This is a story i wrote.
There was a man from a cold river on the wrong side of life. He loved
>everybody so much that they called him DR LOVE. His real name though, was
>harry. Harry worked as a knife ,maker in the southern hills of snow. He made
>knives for murderers and hunters..but he didnt know the murderers were
>murderers, he just thought they were bikies. SO! ANYWYAY, back 2 the
>story...one fine day Harry woke up ate breakfast, and combed his chest hair.
>Then he stretched and showered and put his clothing on. But there was
>something very unusual about today so he called his work and quit. Then
>Harry packed his bag and went on an adventure around his mailbox. He stopped
>halfway and had a sandwich and admired the view of his front door. He got up
>again after a lengthy break and proceeded to walk a metre ahead and stopped
>for a drink. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked back at the
>house and thought, "Phew, it gets further and further away..i think i should
>set up my tent here for the night." So thats what harry did.
>When the sun rose, he ate a Kellogs K-Time and he was on his way. He had
>come about 2 metres when finally he spotted the rusty red mailbox. He
>stopped to admire its beauty and imagined what may be inside. He walked very
>fast towards it in an excited rush. A few hours later, he finally approached
>it. Attatched to the mailbox was a small yellow evelope. He opened it and
>inside was a key. He put the key into the mailbox and looked inside. There
>was 4 letters addressed to someone else called "Staria" But there was one
>for him. He carefully placed the envelopes in his backpack and headed on the
>journey home
> - TO BE CONTINUED
>(if u would like to know part 2, please email [email protected] and put
>"subscribe" in the subject part. Thankyou.
There was a man from a cold river on the wrong side of life. He loved
>everybody so much that they called him DR LOVE. His real name though, was
>harry. Harry worked as a knife ,maker in the southern hills of snow. He made
>knives for murderers and hunters..but he didnt know the murderers were
>murderers, he just thought they were bikies. SO! ANYWYAY, back 2 the
>story...one fine day Harry woke up ate breakfast, and combed his chest hair.
>Then he stretched and showered and put his clothing on. But there was
>something very unusual about today so he called his work and quit. Then
>Harry packed his bag and went on an adventure around his mailbox. He stopped
>halfway and had a sandwich and admired the view of his front door. He got up
>again after a lengthy break and proceeded to walk a metre ahead and stopped
>for a drink. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked back at the
>house and thought, "Phew, it gets further and further away..i think i should
>set up my tent here for the night." So thats what harry did.
>When the sun rose, he ate a Kellogs K-Time and he was on his way. He had
>come about 2 metres when finally he spotted the rusty red mailbox. He
>stopped to admire its beauty and imagined what may be inside. He walked very
>fast towards it in an excited rush. A few hours later, he finally approached
>it. Attatched to the mailbox was a small yellow evelope. He opened it and
>inside was a key. He put the key into the mailbox and looked inside. There
>was 4 letters addressed to someone else called "Staria" But there was one
>for him. He carefully placed the envelopes in his backpack and headed on the
>journey home
> - TO BE CONTINUED
>(if u would like to know part 2, please email [email protected] and put
>"subscribe" in the subject part. Thankyou.
