Hey guys! This is a fun skit I conjured up some time ago and wanted see how all of you reacted to it. I'd love your honest opinion and critique, so feel free to speak you mind. Thanks!
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I hate elevators. When I hitch a ride, a feeling creeps around me, like, everything’s closing in. Eh, singing helps and I do love how my vocals bounces off the walls—“It goes on and on and on and on! Strangers…waiting… up and down the boulevard!”
Gosh, I love that song. I have no mortal thought of why my neighbors get so cranky because I decide to flex the golden pipes on my way down hall. Despicable! I have my rights! Hanging off a chain in my pocket, my keys clinked and rattled against my jeans as I approached my door and rushed into the quiet of my apartment.
Home, sweet home---a living-room, bedroom and kitchen all in one neat space. Just the way I like it. After a quick change, I grabbed a cup of hot chocolate and collapsed back into my recliner, blowing a gust of wind as I plopped. It’s my way of throwing all the days stresses off. Taking in strong breaths, the rich aroma of sugary heat warmed my nostrils as I slid my lips to the brim of my favorite fat-mug. My taste-buds swam in the sweet cream, thick with smooth vanilla. While kicking back and marinating on cocoa, I gazed through the huge windows covering my wall.
Crisp, starlit nights like tonight always brought a peaceful vibe over New York City, especially once the moon would rise. In my couple years of living here, I’ve become immune to the distant drone of traffic below—kinda’ lulls me, so to speak. Oh, and never gulp hot chocolate still bubbling from the boil. With a yelp, I limped to the bathroom, flinching at every stinging prick the rough fabric of my sweats caused my tender thigh. How am I supposed to run in tomorrow’s track meet if I can’t even walk across the room!
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