One Minute Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just for the record, I made this a day before I posted this. My internet was turned off, and I used WordPad, whih is like Microsoft Word, but is free. I just have one question. Does anyone else who is reading this imagine every situation as if it happened in a different reality? I always live my normal life, but always think of my life in another dimension/reality. I know it happens to other people, but can anyone else reading this relate to it?

Submitted: June 09, 2016

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l woke up. I knew that I wouldn't be able to start the day without a shower, so I got out of bed. Just moving that much made my sun-scorched back sting. I walked to the bathroom, and stepped in the shower. I walked up to the tap, and ran it as hot as possible, because it's the only way the warm water gets out without me waiting n hour. It was then that I remembered my sun burn again.
l thought back to when the sun gave me that horrible burn. "You must be salty, 'cause you's a saltine cracker" I cringed at the thought of the racist burn. Then I wondered why it sung my back so much.
l admitted my defeat, and knew that I was stuck with having a old shower in order to not make my sunburn burn even more. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't simply bear the fact that I had to have a cold shower. I tried to moose it instead, but I couldn't moose it, either. I turned the shower to cold, but not too cold. I stepped in. I felt my body parts that touched the water freeze up. Literally. I couldn't move the body parts that touhed the water! I quickly stepped out of the shower without moving my neck and arms, because I couldn't, but I was luky enough to be able to move my legs. i looked bak at the shower head, as it grew a face. Then l wondered how I would turn the shower off. That thought was interrupted by the spirits that the shower head was now puking out.
l ran out of the shower. It was a very bad idea. As soon as I stepped out, I slipped on the slippery floor, and hit my head on the sink. I got up with difficulties, because I couldn't move my arms or head, and I was now partially concussed. But not for long. I passed out, and fell into the toilet.
By the time l woke up, the spirits were right in front of me. Oh crap, I thought, and remembered that I took a dump and forgot to flush. The spirits entered my body, and it was  a painfully ticklish feeling wherever they touched. I couldn't even finish the last sentance of the story because




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