Story Surrounding 100 Random Words
Jack went to a baseball game. He put chapstick on his dry lips. Music was played by the organ man. The lady next to him had too much mascara on. Rascal Flatts sang the National anthem; one of them dyed his hair blue. Jack ate too many cookies at the game. Lots of people were taking pictures of him. His hair was black. He had a good friend Pierce who like to eat peanut butter and liked to watch elimidate late at night. Pierce was definitely a hardrocker but a good student with a bright future. The price of admission was rediculous, but face painting was only 5 dollars. Jack was drawn to the hot dog stand. They must of made those giant dogs in a lab somewhere. He remembered learning about how hot dogs were made in school. He tried to make them himself at work. He noticed a square hole in his shoes. His pupils dialated; there was an emo girl a few steps away. But he was too chicken to talk to her. His mouth stopped working when he tried to talk to her. "What a pig," she said and she noticed how dirty his face was. It must of been from his clothes. The bright lamps of the stadium brought out the brown of his eyes. Then Jack and Pierce saw their friend Baxter across the way. Suddenly, a wildcat began to chase Baxter. They ran onto the grass of the field. Pierce pulled out his lighter and accidently created a wildfire. Then Jack threw dirt on it to put it out. Baxter was as white as a ghost and the boys were pale too. A little girl threw her dollhouse onto the field. "This place must be haunted!" cried Jack. "Maybe it’s a dream," suggested Pierce. Then up they look to see a full moon. Orion’s constellation shone out in the darkness.
Then along came a skipper with his hat. We’re only joshin’ ya; it’s only Brian. He was lost. He survived 8 months off chips. They were quite tasty. He tied his shoe laces in a bow. Then all of a sudden they were alone and the crowd had left. The team from Tennessee had apparently won the game. Then there was a bright orange light. They had a basketball game to attend later that night. Gonzales was being traded from the Diamondbacks to the Yankees, because he wore a fedora. His new number would be 50. He definitely did not like their playing style. To protest, he changed his hair to a beaufont. He felt as strong as the Titans. Good thing he had his lucky washer. He wished he could see his beautiful reflection of his hair. But instead, he played hide-and-seek. Jack and Pierce run to the basketball game as quickly as they can to watch the suns play. They were told to "FREEZE!" by the security guards at the door because time had already started. It felt like it took a decade to get through security. They already felt old; almost like they were 30. The Scorpions were playing the Suns, because the Snakes forfeited. The Snakes weren’t out of the woods yet, they had a boulder of a stone to get over to get back in the runnings. They tried to make a rope out of moss and blaze their own trail. They only wished they had a horse. It hurt to think that they had to forfeit to the stupid scorpions, but they were afraid to fall from the ranks. Their team color maroon helped them feel brave.
Jack’s last name was really Sparrow. He spent hours explaining why he had never told them before. His grand finale was that he was a pirate. "The Paper Cut of ‘63" led to his downfall and grotesque lifestyle. But once he learned how to use the machine, he would no longer trip. His slick lines could please any girl. His friend was behind him in the lady department. Pierce was as confused as ever with women. But then he found Sarah. She was more than a friend and he felt so lucky. They grew very close. "Remember when I didn’t know how to love?" he asked. And a smile swept across her face. "Oh honey, that was days ago," she said. Their days together were numbered. Life goes that way sometimes. So enjoy it while you can.
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The bold words located in the story above are 100 random words located in my thought process that I was asked to recall last night. Laman's terms? Last night I was VERY tired and VERY giddy when Jessica decided to do a "unconscious" game by asking me to say out loud words that came to my mind till I reached 100 words and then was told to assess them. Yeah, we took those 100 words and at 1 in the morning and it came out as the above story. have a laugh at our expense why don't ya?