Some long overdue improvements
to 100 Words are....
Thanks for hanging in there. Roy
June 15th, 2010
He was drunk. She could smell it on his breath, sour and sweet, some sort of high in that bottle of his, a drag between his lips.
'All right darlin'?'
Brash and outlandish, in his husky, deepened voice, and he lurched foreward. Almost upon her now. She should have been scared, some stranger accosting her in the dark allyway. But he had a sweet, innocent smile on his dusky lips, and a twinkle in his dark dark eyes. 'What's your name?' said she, and he ginned all the more.
'Jesse, that's me. With my gleaming sax. Why, what's yours?'
November 1st, 2009
I've really grown to love 100 words. I feel like I've found a place I finally belong. Everyone here seems a little depressed, has slightly lower-than-healthy self-esteem, and likes to pointlessly philosophise about life. Also, since it is in writing, it doesn't sound pretentious. As noone knows each other (or hardly anyone does) it's not show-offy either, which seems to be getting rarer in modern life. I think the two things I hate most in life are pretentiousness and show-offishness. Probably because they remind me of bits of myself I try to compress...
October 29th, 2009
I play chess. Not because I enjoy it (I do, yes, I'm a nerd) but because it reduces the chances of me contracting Alzheimer's disease.