Voting Closes in 72 hours. Vote for the corresponding number. I will reveal who wrote each drabble after the voting ends.
1.[Quote=Number One]
"My Workday Woes and the Worst Gift I Have Received In My Life: A Relational Study of the Woes of Everyman in His Daytime Workplace and Their Effects on the Quality of Workday Gifts Given and Received On Various Special Occasions – Including Birthdays, Retirement Parties, Office Warming Ceremonies, and Christmas Celebrations – With Special Emphasis On the Positive Correlation Between the Average Number of Woes Per Day (WPD) and the Average Quality of Gifts Received As Rated On the Gift Quality Distribution and the Negative Correlation Between the Average Quality of Gifts Given and Average Happiness in Daytime Workers."
Work sucks.[/quote]
2.[Quote=Number Two]
Our Hero was flying high as the grueling twelve hour day was coming to an end. There was just one cage left to clean: declaw cat...too easy! She placed the purring beast down on the floor and-- Blood was flew everywhere: white walls, Our Hero, puppies. Everywhere. Catching the animal proved to be a task of great skill. By the end of the ordeal, the room and Our Hero were red. Aid had finally come to bandage the feet of the feline. Going home never felt so good. Our Hero still wore those pants, unwashed, well into the week.[/quote]
3.[Quote=Number Three]
The alarm tolls again. Another day, another dollar. I roll from bed, into the bathroom. I brush away the morning breath and run a comb through my hair. Nothing new happens on the freeway. I arrive at work, and punch in. Twenty-seven games of solitaire later, I punch out and head for the car. It's been a day like any other. The drive home is equally uneventful. A few hours of television, and I'm back in bed, a book a few inches from my eyes. I'll fall asleep again without turning out the lights. I'm another day closer to death.[/quote]
4.[Quote=Number Four]
He came. He saw. He gave me cancer. That is how I met, loved, and left Henry Gelford. We met at a Star Trek convention; I was a Klingon Warlord’s daughter, he a Ferengi merchant. Our chance meeting quickly led to friendship, which quickly gave way to a passionate affair. I told him about my job as a desk clerk at a pornography studio, he told me about his work with nuclear reactors. Our love soon blossomed to its steamy summit as I lay draped, orgasming, inside his plant’s nuclear reactor, thinking “Do they really turn these off at night?”[/quote]
Everyone Vote!
1.[Quote=Number One]
"My Workday Woes and the Worst Gift I Have Received In My Life: A Relational Study of the Woes of Everyman in His Daytime Workplace and Their Effects on the Quality of Workday Gifts Given and Received On Various Special Occasions – Including Birthdays, Retirement Parties, Office Warming Ceremonies, and Christmas Celebrations – With Special Emphasis On the Positive Correlation Between the Average Number of Woes Per Day (WPD) and the Average Quality of Gifts Received As Rated On the Gift Quality Distribution and the Negative Correlation Between the Average Quality of Gifts Given and Average Happiness in Daytime Workers."
Work sucks.[/quote]
2.[Quote=Number Two]
Our Hero was flying high as the grueling twelve hour day was coming to an end. There was just one cage left to clean: declaw cat...too easy! She placed the purring beast down on the floor and-- Blood was flew everywhere: white walls, Our Hero, puppies. Everywhere. Catching the animal proved to be a task of great skill. By the end of the ordeal, the room and Our Hero were red. Aid had finally come to bandage the feet of the feline. Going home never felt so good. Our Hero still wore those pants, unwashed, well into the week.[/quote]
3.[Quote=Number Three]
The alarm tolls again. Another day, another dollar. I roll from bed, into the bathroom. I brush away the morning breath and run a comb through my hair. Nothing new happens on the freeway. I arrive at work, and punch in. Twenty-seven games of solitaire later, I punch out and head for the car. It's been a day like any other. The drive home is equally uneventful. A few hours of television, and I'm back in bed, a book a few inches from my eyes. I'll fall asleep again without turning out the lights. I'm another day closer to death.[/quote]
4.[Quote=Number Four]
He came. He saw. He gave me cancer. That is how I met, loved, and left Henry Gelford. We met at a Star Trek convention; I was a Klingon Warlord’s daughter, he a Ferengi merchant. Our chance meeting quickly led to friendship, which quickly gave way to a passionate affair. I told him about my job as a desk clerk at a pornography studio, he told me about his work with nuclear reactors. Our love soon blossomed to its steamy summit as I lay draped, orgasming, inside his plant’s nuclear reactor, thinking “Do they really turn these off at night?”[/quote]
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