It was a lazy afternoon. Luivarch Guillard, a 22 year old man, freshly graduated from the University of Worthless Skills, woke up from his siesta with a jolt. Rubbing his left eye ferociously, he got up from his bed, and headed towards the kitchen.
BANG! His door greeted him angrily. After a couple more Good Afternoons with the table and the dresser, and a heated exchange with the fridge, he collapsed on the sofa. Yawning, he turned on the TV. "You haven't paid last month's cable, get a job loser!", his TV hissed, in much kinder words though. Luivarch stared at it blankly. After 10 minutes of numbness, he blinked.
The above paragraph is an excerpt of what I wrote when I was a kid. And I know I am no better even now. Unless I want my readers to make their therapists rich, I will not attempt to write any more stories or any piece of fiction.
Here's a potato pizza for today, I didn't know it was a thing!
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| Potato Pizza! |
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