A Short Story With Martha B.
Martha sat there, blankly staring at a wall while she waited for her glass of Secret Life Formula to be refilled. As she watched the bartender blow his nose into a clear glass cup, then add a green smoothie to his snot, she unwrapped the package that lay in her lap. The red ribbon untwined and she tore the clean white paper from the box. Cutting the tape with her claw, she finally saw what her dearest Sid gave her. A stress ball. All of those meaningful words and beautiful memories, and he gives her a stress ball as a parting gift? Wow. Classic Sid. Such a cheapskate. The bartender slid her glass over the tabletop in front of Martha. A tissue box soon followed it. Martha realized she must've been bawling her eyes out, right there in her red barstool. She blew her nose into a tissue, then added that snot into her cup. "I'm sorry, Mike. I was just..." But the bartender interrupted her with his paw. He waved it understandingly, then turned and left to attend a different customer. She squeezed the stress ball angrily and took the glass in her other paw. She crushed it and watched the Secret Life Formula splash onto the floor. Digging around in her pockets, she forked out all of the money she had and threw it onto the table. "Keep the change." she muttered.
By Pro. Jeff S. Bandicoot
Big Ears
Big Ears was bandicoot. He rocked with his drumz. And he also rocked with guitar. Then he said "rock bandicoot playz rock band."
THE END
THE END
By rock bandicoot