Short Story / can i write

the corner of the back room was littered, with discarded screwed up balls of paper. it must be this room. the would be author,.thought to himself...

he had started writing in the front room first, then the back room,every bedroom, all three, even the bathroom, although the bathroom was comfortable, and slightly sureal writing in the bathroom.it did have a good feel

but he had a life time fear of electricity, brought on more so from a friend in the seventies, who had bought a concept, cigarette lighter, integrated circuit, the lighters tiny electric spark was a perfect little shocker, when one was'nt expecting it..his mate had clicked it on the back of his neck , while dan, (the would be author ) was behind the wheel of his ,mark one cortina,sat at the traffick lights.waiting for the green light.

click, you twat, that fuckin hurt,turning round to look at his mate ,in disbelief

give it here ! let me do it to you.

which made his friend laugh even more,.his laugh was hysterical, it had made the driver jump so much, the prankster was in tears,

the lights , he was trying to say, but could'nt get the words out.for laughing.

thats it dan thought to himself, alls fair in love and war , i dont play tricks or pranks on anyone, but i will from now on.

he did'nt, but dan certainly thought up some good ideas to get his mate back,

dan had put his electric typewriter, in the bathroom,connected the electric extension lead,but when it come to switching on the power, at the wall socket, his phobia, for electricity took over, he was sweating , he tried telling himself,

it cant

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