The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!
The phone ran again as I was stabbing for the eighth time, almost ruining my concentration. “Damn!” I wiped my hands off, setting the blade aside, and swiped the phone’s screen. “Yes? What!” I blurted, confused. My finger left a smear across the screen, and I ignored it, turning to my prey with a warning look – not a word – I warned, sending the command directly into her pretty little head. I never imagined she was the sharpest tool in the shed, but I never imagined she was stupid enough to let out the blood-curdling scream that she did. Thinking fast, I yelled back “You’ll get your coffee goddammit!” and then said into the phone “Ugh, millennials, am I right?”
