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(I'm not sure if I can post it here, but...)
Name: The story of a tie Genre: Humour/Fantasy Rating: Uhm...All Solo writing Characters: The tie, the doc and Weird Sister Summary: A tie is telling its psychologist the story of its life. Disclaimer: Everything writen next is pure fiction from my crazy head. I do not own any of the characters(just know them), just use them in the story.
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The story of a tie
I have never ever thought that life in a closet could be more upseting. You might think I’m crazy…wondering “What can a man do in a closet?”. Perhaps I am. But this is a loong story and I must tell it to somebody. I am a tie. A pink tie, with black stripes. Every Saturday, my owner, Jolanda, takes me out of my dark home and puts me around her neck. Her boyfriend loves seeing me every time they date. He thinks I make her look sexy. The truth is that this makes me feel very proud that I can help my mistress. Of course, I can’t tell her, I can’t talk. She would faint if she heard me talking. Do you know, doc, how much this hurts me? To not be able to talk to somebody because he/she thinks I can’t talk? Of course you know. You understand, because you didn’t faint when you heard me. To go on with my story…I was born 5 months ago in a clothing factory. Then I was sent to an alternative shop. Nobody liked me, thus I wasn’t bought. I sobbed there, inside my heart, for 2 months. And one day, she entered the shop. I was happy to see such a lovely girl looking around, because so far only ugly customers had come. After looking at a shirt with Fall Out Boy, she began to search in the basket where I stayed. And she took me out of there! She put me around her neck for the first time and smiled. I felt butterflies inside me…I had fallen in love…She payed for me and went out of the shop, grinning. I have been her only love until 3 weeks ago, when she met that bastard. Sorry, doc, but I really am upset. She fell in love with him, and used me only as a decorating item. She used to talk to me, tickle me, even kiss me! But now… Doc, do you think she loves me?…What do you mean you don’t know? You’re going to ask her? Thanks! You’re sweet…Oh, I think she’s coming…Put me back! We’ll talk tomorrow more…
The doc opened her eyes. She had fallen alseep on her sister’s bed. Remembering the strange dream she had, she began to laugh silently. But as she laughed… “ Hey, you! SuomiGoth! Can you get me out of the closet?” The doc stared…
The end
It's short I know...
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