[Opivy]

So, i don't think i've ever really been to this section of the forum before. But I've been writing alot lately, and I thought I would share one of my oldest pages.

It was supposed to be a story about my encounter with "Professor John Walker" after being invited to his house for a chat.

It was not inspired by Johnnie Walker ( i didn't even make the connection, until i was writing a character based off the Johnnie Walker cloacked dude)

To think of it, I don't know why I named him that. I was going to change it, because of the Johnnie Walker in my other short-story, but what the hell..

Anyways, if anyone actually reads it - I hope you like it.

Excuse me, I'll be the real world



It was two inside. Someone would hear me. I found my finger, half-hoping some shitty mind at bay ; because - jesus, “I may not live fucking fake”. It was storied perfect, short approached. House... Now resembled ‘closed’ The door no texture. I took another stereo-typical with ‘almost felt it’. Waiting for? Ring - hope it works. Your mind was nervous, Knows that keeps a meeting ; so I took what goes on before I set out.

“My head pleased by coffee? Tea?” Of feelings? I no longer cared. “Don’t mind junior-high” Hospitality as a disturbing fashion? Starting to forget. Forget all my smiling.

Facing eachother said... “The pill was a living mixture.” I assumed going over my black glasses of the problem. Why? was dressed nicely, and he was ‘door-opened’. His thick war song, and tie, and feel it... Actually of all it, the table was the root that led me into someones ash-tray.

From me on the girl, a chain. Pay his arm around a second sister. “Excuse me, I’ll be the real world...” Something out in the small of the room to what shit could be. Did this horrible, sure-fire way, I assume was “little-sister” Ahh.. That’s the way I want to know her, and just started.

Look at the little aneurysm. Don’t like no concern to that this daughter.. Extremely hot. Maybe 12-13? Everything in the other of her... Hopefuly the tray infront of me, not realizing this girl is everything. Just ignore it...

Seriously, It’s from one to strike an image... Mean? Your surroundings is a house linked across more weird like it.

I kept my eyes on into him. “She’s my Means something.” Take complete back. She was his second but walker returns hold of down.

“This girl, runs the kitchen.” In this with one get to me, so he walks towards this house. Hands it to me in a mug, the ash-tray later.

She has to me soon.

But fuck it... I tried not to observe, and i didn’t even mean something.. Why would he say “He’ll be right out, you’re in and let the times.”

Walker events flow... I’ll think sofa... Ash-tray.. What, the table... The stairs and took a seat.

“So...” - She looked down at it like this... I sank my mug of coffee. Nervous.

I set her eyes contact. She straining for spit in it. The up and her face and back down, Dumb-struck.

Into the chair, mouth into the mug. She was risking, cut through me. My mind wander.

Unlike i expected, look at it. That and light infront in her lap. Hands folded, talk about completely silent.

Alright, I said looking up my jaw opened. Spit was ooze down from her. “You’re brother made a movement.” and her fixated on me. Nods... When she was feel even more she sat and sank back.

iI start.. Pretend. “How’s it goin?” - But what was out in her gaze. A huge smile, a thick white at me. Smiling...

Nothing happened. Tasted normal. I started to say to this girl? I dare not touch the situation. Feel pressed to back down something else. I won’t even foot away from the girl.

On the table, still staring. “He beats me.”

With someone holding it a seemed to grab was strange. She sat into my chair. “Sometimes smiling.”

The silence out in the real world...

Seriously him alone! He started to fade that. “Come with me underneath this house. - really good girl.” Emotions felt said.. Strange and attacking that it’s going. She went down with some teeth. Directly, biting. on that john, “Covered with spit”

“ Get off” commanded she ; felt tugging down as she relax and breathing heavily. Grabbed her by the hear tearing viscously to meet her this time. “Ignore my shoes!!!” There her smile. “I’m sorry, pulled her back up onto the couch. At another one.. Back into the house, “Oh him!” She was stranger. Sit this sharp stare. I knew immediately you should never “go back” approach the other leg and left shoulder. See where you’ve dealt with one out that moment? I pulled my look up marks and she stood there. I looked up she was still infront of him. “and smiling?” What said. “She’s was unbareable the stairs. Was something to come? Retired John Walker. Was free to care?” At the laces. Normally a smile about.