Monday, November 19, 2007

Sixty-four was today's number. They all knew this. They all knew the doors would open soon. The real question was what that meant. Would it be at 6:40? Would it be the sixty-fourth person? Would it be sixty-four people? Each of these possibilities had its own unique, terrible, and possibly terrifying set of consequences, and they weren't sure how to prepare themselves. No option seemed to be a good one. In the end, they knew all they could do was be ready to take of any opportunity that came to them, even if it seemed there would be no recovering from their unthinkable compromise. The doors opened.

Let the sales begin.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

As he sat down to write, he considered the type of story he'd like to tell. A humorous one? One filled with sorrow and pain? Perhaps a deep, thought-provoking self exploration. He pondered and considered. After some time, he realized the best story would be the one that plumbed the very depths of his heart, that summed up his experiences, his existence, his very soul. He thought for a moment, then began to write.

Wun day i went to the store with mom and bot sum nise apples. 

I ate wun and mom said i cud have mor later and then we went hom.

I playd with my dog and i playd with my frend Bob. we playd a looooong time. It was fun

then i was tird and went to bed.

THE END