I entered NYC Midnight's Tweet me a Story contest again. I had to submit 3 stories with 140 characters using the word running.
1) It didn't matter how far I was running, or how much the pain consumed me. All that mattered was she was waiting for me.
2) She sat there reciting her chit chat while my bowls were running to my ass. I had to find a bathroom before this date got too memorable.
3) You look like a mermaid threw up inside an Andy Warhol exhibit. My brothers laughed, and I was sick and tired of being the running joke.
