somekindofscientist
There was a large bang from the room next door. Ken sat up from his uncomfortable bed and pressed his ear against the cold wall. It sounded like someone falling... maybe someone was hurt. It wasn't his place to examine someone else's misfortunes though, he had enough on his plate. He heard the familiar sound of a guard's voicebox shouting orders from the same room.
I had done it! Finally, after many many years I finally did it! I had doubters of course, but they're all long gone. Months of planning, years of studying... all for this one accomplishment! I had made the perfect pizza. Every topping, completely balanced in it's array of flavor. Perfectly divine in it's magnificence.
One nickel, please. The gentleman in the blue striped tie insisted.
"But... All I have is a dime!"
"That simply won't do, sir. One nickel please."
The young boy in overalls stood panting at the booth.
"But all I have is a dime!"
The gentleman leaned on his arm emotionless.
Ohhh, she was there. Ever so lustful in her demeanor. I could tell I was going to make a mistake tonight as I always seem to. Should I approach her? Very risky. She may be thinking the exact same thing but the incredible risk lies before me. She takes a sip of her drink and looks far off. A tease. She's waiting. She's waiting.