Hello readers! Welcome to this weeks #Flipside replacement story! It's more of my dipped, fried and baked series!
Before you pass this point make sure you read this, my first dipped, fired and baked in irony story: Engrossing (Click the word).
Hopefully you are finding them ironic enough. I do apologise if they aren't to your taste. Then again, there's the irony in that it isn't ironic enough right? I'm so ironic. See what I did there? :-D
Anyway, hopefully, I'll be able to get the next Saturday back to normal with an original Flipside by Rayhaan. You'll have to put up with my stories till then. Ha ha. Ha.
I must thank you all again for viewing this and sharing it among your friends! I've been mindblown by a huge surge in views over the last few posts, and honestly, I can't explain how happy I am. Thank You, Thank You! (Ps: I've passed 2560 views already) :-)
Anyway, you must here for the story, and so, read on!
Sorry…
“Sorry sir, the lifts down for maintenance. You’ll have to make it by foot or you’ll have
to wait another 40 minutes.”
“Oh c’mon!” I groaned as I looked at my friends.
“Never mind. Let’s walk it. We’ll pass the time telling each
other stories, time will pass quickly!” one of my friends said cheerily. I’d
bought two of my friends along to show them my new apartment block. But as my
luck always is the apartment was on the highest floor, the 30th and
the lift had to be broken.
“Okay, then, if you’re up for it, let’s go!” I said and
started the daunting climb up the stairs. Mark, the friend who’d suggested the
story telling-while-climbing, started telling his story, a horror story, and
you have to give it to him, it kept us engrossed for a whole 12 floors of
climbing up.
By the time he’d finished, my other friend also had a story
he’d heard in University about some life
story of a man, and so with him reciting that, we slowly but surely made our
way to our destination, my apartment on the thirtieth floor!
Luckily for us, there was a small alcove where we could sit
down and rest our weary feet. So it was sitting down we finished his story and
panted off the sweat of climbing.
“…. And yeah, so he finally got what he wanted right?”
finished Oscar, looking at me. He frowned when he saw the look on my face “Why?
What’s wrong?” he asked.
“It’s my turn isn’t it? It’s a horror story. Short one
though,” I said quickly to their quickly changing expressions, “I've forgotten my
keys in the car….”
Thank's For Reading!
You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:
Check out Rayhaan's other stories:
Check my stories:
Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html
1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html
Engrossing. a twisted short tale of irony: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html
Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:
No comments:
Post a Comment