Yeah! Happy to be doing Literary Lion from Laura of I Smith Words. Turns out Laura’s blog switched from WordPress.com to .com for a while so I wasn’t getting the prompts in my email. The challenge will be once a month now to fit with Laura’s schedule better. This month’s 100 word story prompt is boys.
Marissa watched the Oiler’s hockey game on her brother Grant’s 60 ” TV.
McDavid stole the puck and the Oiler players all began cycling the puck to shoot on Anaheim’s goalie.
“Did McDavid score?” Brad asked, returning to the couch after grabbing a beer.
“No, McDavid set up Hall. Hall hit the cross bar.” Grant muttered soarly.
Grant and Brad knew NHL hockey down to the tiniest statistical detail for every team and each of the team’s players.
“Just shoot,” Marissa exclaimed as Hall was tripped, having an open lane to Anaheim’s net.
Brad and Grant smiled at Marissa before exchanging statistics on Edmonton’s power play.
Surprise! I’m the skeleton in the classroom where you have Anatomy. An interesting aspect: the top half of my skull isn’t mine, it’s fake.
Once I was a pretty girl of nineteen named Iris. I ran up to the dorm to watch movies with a bunch of the guys from the hockey team. My guy was the goalie. Travis made everyone laugh. But I stopped laughing when I went to see him in his dorm room when he was sick.
I opened his door and there was this fake and bake cheerleader on top of Travis moaning. I shrieked and I dragged the naked cheerleader by her hair to the door.
Suddenly, the cheerleader became free and hit me hard on my head with Travis’ favourite hockey stick. I could hear my head crack, distantly. The cheerleader hit me again viciously. I remember Travis crying but doing nothing to stop her.
So, Yes. This was my skeleton, but I’m not tied to it. Only, my spirit hangs about here. I’m stuck on campus where they covered up my murder. The cheerleader slut and Travis went free. They didn’t live long.
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