She was fairly uncertain what was going on.... disturbed and restless. After countless shuffles and turns, she rose from forced slumber and began pacing aimlessly. The deliberation ended, she strode firmly to the drawer and withdrew a small parched book. A gust of wind seemed to materialize, gently flipping the pages..............
Day 1.
the vault gt raid'd agin! Dammit! Knew it weren't thei'r fault, but if I'd blame some'ne it'd be em'! Aragh, tat's it!, WAR!!!!!!!!
The subtle wind continued its pace, as if timed, revealed the next entry...
Day2.
Got't up! Dat'll show em! De' forum post and mico'fone advert's ought to set'em on deir' toes! Don' wana pepl'e to know eh! Too late matey! HARHAR!
Day3
Son' of a~~! Dey' took it!, dey' took it down!. ARagh, nv'mind! ye nought'! shouts'll not stop !!!! Re'cived ae.... peace treaty from em! Ha, nid ma help 'at last eh!? Call'd em bout' five m'intes 'fter de time. Got'd down. All down, e'vry word of it!, L'tops are darn good at recordin'! Need' sum form of proof eh! Ha! dou' he ain't willin' to sey it on de f'one, could' tell he was w'illin to pay out, HARHAR. am' considerin' my course of action now! Muz' d'vise a gud plan. Call'd em' later again to ell' him of ma' plan... he seemed to be quite cool wid'it....I'm gona...
The subtle wind gained in force, as if fuelled by anger, ripping the book off her hands... rolling across the room...........
0 comments:
Post a Comment