Hi everyone. I started working on a short story a few days ago, and although I haven't gotten much done with it, it'll probably be done in a weeks time. So in the mean time, here's the opening paragraph. Hope you enjoy!
As the smoke disappeared and the dust settled, a lone man stood right where the chaos was at its thickest. His friends saw him and ran to him. "Axl! Axl! Are you alright," one of his friends asked. The man looked up with a face that could only describe as utter sickness and said "Jason, never let me order the enchiladas ever again." This is a story of a man, a toilet rigged to explode, and some really bad enchiladas.
Astraea Hill: A Strawberry Panic! Guild
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