Yep. I won Grudge #11 by default and decided to take it out on Mathew W Weaver, seeing as he was the one who challenged me.
Here is a little 'one guy' relay I wrote on one of his Facebook posts. Hope you like it.
The Duel of Procrastination
Mathew shuffled to the sound of leaves falling from the
resting trees as he hid behind a particularly thorny bramble bush, away
from the searching eyes of those present. His seemingly constant flow
of procrastination had finally placed him in a particularly prickly
situation and his suit of slightly rusting armour was no match for the
persistant spikey bush which had the ability to seek out the joining
hinges.
"Where is that Weaver?!" shouted an irate Dani. "He was meant
to be here three days ago! We're running out of peanut butter and jello
sandwiches!"
Jordan stood firm, clenching the case which held the two
dueling pistols.
"He's not coming, can't you see that?" Jordan
dropped the pistols' case and opened one of the six pack he'd brought
along. "Fancy a beer?"
"Nah, you never know, he might appear. I've
gotta keep my wits about me," said Dani, waving off the can once, twice,
three times. Jordan swung it his way once more and he took it and had a
swig.
Mathew spotted his chance and ran out of the hedge, away from
the two drinking their beers. For armour, it was surprisingly light and
flexible and he sprinted across to the playground, towards safety and a
chance for a chip butty.
"Look! There he goes!" screamed Jordan, losing half his beer as he pointed. Dani dropped his and grabbed the pistols' case.
"Give me that! Ahh!" The harder he tried to open the case, the less chance it would.
"You've bent the hinges now! It'll never open!" Jordan caught the case as Dani threw it away in disgust.
"No
matter. I have one of these!" Dani took out a large can opener and
chased after Mathew. "I'll get that bugger if it's the last thing...!"
He tripped over a mole hill.
THE END.
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