100, 99, 98...

[aduvingion]

Disclaimer: I wrote this while being made to count backwards from 100.We begin in a large house, dark and quiet. There is nothing about us, except the silence and darkness. We are afraid, but in a good way. Almost excited, waiting for something to happen, except we do not know what it is we want to transpire. We just want it to. Suddenly, a bird

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[undoing_]

applause

[aduvingion]

is that sarcasm?

[undoing_]

this is why i say our friendship is too tainted by snide comments! it was heartfelt. that is, if you really did count from 100 without losing the rhythm.

[aduvingion]

yes, the seminar tutor was leading the count so we wouldn't mess up the numbers.

[anonymous]

Ian!!!
You wrote an actual story during a free-writing exercise!
Either you suck or you're a genius.
Laura xxx