Monday, April 1, 2013

NaPoWriMo #1 (Rory's Story Cubes)

April 1

Rory ate an apple poisoned by a dramatic buzz he heard flying out of Cindy’s telephone.

She rolled the die on a gamble of her life.

An old growth Douglas fir fell over in the yard and crushed Rory’s spirit.

There was a reason why Rory disliked women.

His step mother screamed, “you can’t do this or you can’t do that,” in relation to the things that he was passionate about.

As a consequence, in spite Cindy’s pleading Rory never bent his knee to offer her a ring.

Rory died a lonely old man.

---William James

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