politicus
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« on: January 02, 2015, 04:04:57 PM » |
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« edited: January 02, 2015, 05:41:18 PM by politicus »
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Phil's story has been deleted again, but since I already started a storyline I am going to restart it. Feel free to contribute.
Summary: Phil is sitting at a bench reading his Wall Streeet Journal. He has an idea for a story, but a sour old Irishman inside his head tells him it is a bad idea. Then a lanky green eyed girl comes up and gives him the biggest joint he has ever seen and asks him to forget about the old Irish sourpuss.
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Phil looked at the girl and said "how do you know there is a sour old Irishman inside my head?"
"I am a banshee, I can see to the darkest corners of your mind", said the green eyed girl.
He took anothe puff of the joint and grinned. "A banshee...". He shook his head. "Who is going to die?". "Hopefully that old man in your head". "Old Danny MacBann? He has been with us since forever. He lived in my dad's head and my grandad's before him. He is as old as the mountains over there".
She smiled once again and handed him a small shrine. "What is it?". "You will know in time" she said.
Phil wanted to ask her when that would be, but suddenly she started to dissolve in front of him. He tried to focus, but it was all a blur of golden and emerald colours and soon there was nothing left but the firs in the park and a kid with an orange kite.
He got up, put the shrine and his WSJ in his briefcase and started to walk down to the parking lot.
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