Saturday, 12 November 2011

A Breakout Performance

I sat there on the couch watching our new fan turn back and forth. We had installed one of these new fans that has no blades. I was amazed at how quiet and cool it was, before it dawned on me that without blades, the only logical explanation for its amazing cooling was devil magic. As a devout upholder of justice, I decided to get rid of it. But it was just so cool and refreshing. And I needed something to chill out with, because I was boggled over whether or not I should confront Roxxy over her debt consolidation loans that I saw on her phone. Would it be rude? Would it be helpful? Mid thought, she walked into the room from work. She threw an envelope at me, filled to the brim, bursting at the seams with 100 dollar notes.

"There's your pay for the week."

Saturday, 5 November 2011

A Recipe for Mayhem

I stepped down each flight of stairs in anticipation. I was always the curious type, and this was certainly one of those things I just had to find out. The moment I stepped out of the door, the car sped away, leaving a screech and a small smokes storm behind it. A note fluttered in the air, landing in my hands.