

Eat "Oy, let me see your calorie card!" The skinny man at the hotdog stand demanded, holding my hotdog just out of reach.Eat by ~vital-organs
I sighed and dug the plastic out of my pocket, handing it to him with a sour grimace on my face. I was sure I had already exceeded my allotted 1500 calories for today, but I was just so darn hungry. Seriously, what was one hotdog going to do to my figure anyway?
He shook his head as he swiped it through the scanner. "Sorry girlie. This hot dog is 242 calories. You only have 10 calories left for today." He shooed me away in preference of those with enough calories on their card to afford his food.
My stomach grumbled i


I'm trying to type here Go awayI'm trying to type here by ~Yellow-Lycan4177
Im trying to type
Go away
Before I hit you with the damn keyboard
Quit poking me
You just messed up my sentence
Stop it
Im going to strangle you
No I dont want to kiss you
You just keep writing and Ill keep typing
Lets leave it at that
No I will not move from my seat
Yes I want more coffee
Quit poking me with your pen
Did you just mark on me
Thanks for the jacked up smiley face drawing
On my arm
Now will leave me alone so I can write
Im writing about you
Because youre a pain in the ass
Thats why
No you may not delete this
What are you doing
Shit!
This writer has b


Breaking In A small, domestic bathroom. TIM, a young and unimposing man, is unconscious on the floor, leaning against the bath, hands and wrists tied, a bloody wound on his forehead. He starts to wake up, looks around, and then realises his predicament.Breaking In by *ThornyEnglishRose
TIM
Hey! (Pause.) HEEEEEEEY!
The door opens. KAREN, a young woman, enters. She has a necklace in her hand, which she clutches throughout the scene. She looks at TIM, aggressive and defiant.
KAREN
Yes?
TIM
You shouldnt have done that. It was really dangerous.
KAREN
Ive called the police.
TIM
I tho
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