Part 1
Oliver scanned the Kansas city star for employment opportunities- a breakfast ritual which made him feel justified in taking unemployment checks and doing absolutely nothing save breakfast. On more than one day Oliver had convinced himself he would actually write an application and maybe even hand one in. He had done no such thing on this morning, not even a fleeting consideration during the 40 minutes he spent deciding which socks and boxer briefs he would roam the vast jungle of his one bedroom apartment in- the prime moments in his day that lent themselves to delusions of job hunting.

In fact he was using the Kansas city star more as a placemat for his breakfast platter and irish cofee than as a thing to read- a fact that momentarily made himself feel somewhat barbaric when looking at a ketchup stain on the face of senator Brownback but also a fact he had written off as enlightened, because who reads newspapers anymore in the digital age. He began to drift off into a mental haze after his third irish coffee, one that was more irish than coffee really.

In Oliverland he was the owner of the Kansas City royals and a fictional nightclub in westport that was uncreatively called Olivers. Mentally he was half in his magical realm and half in his broken one when he realized that lucky wasn't sitting attentively on the floor beside him hoping for some hashscraps or perhaps a slice of bacon.

Lucky was his dog and his only ally in his meandering existence. He called out: lucky lucky lucky! Lucky wasn't in any of the three small rooms he rented. Lucky the puppy had lost his way.

hey, you're not Miss Lippy.

Title Grunch: I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

amazing <3

OUR HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM RULES!

beat: oliver dreams of owning the royals

beat: this means you actually read a story 4 paragraphs long! go back to the lounge ffs.

You said Lent. I hope that makes People give things up for forty days. Starting tomorrow. Happy Ash Wednesday in a Bryce thread

Noooo. Not lucky!

na. clicked on the thread, saw wall of text. then saw the word "royals" and thought, "wtf"

So good.

obv fake story everybody knows puppies have internal homing devices and always land on their feet

perhaps lucky did not lost his way, but decided to run away... perhaps oliver's place
was like an orphanage to him, cold and lonely... maybe lucky will join a pack of wild
dogs, who survive by stealing... and eventually, after many dangers...
he will be rescue and adopt and live happily ever after.... did you ever consider
that, young Dickens?

no
I wrote a part 2 but it sucks because when i wrote part 1 I was drunk. When I wrote part 2 I iz REALLy drunk. If you wanna read part 2 you can pm me

just post it or im gonna send kolo after you

you do realize I would like it if you sent kolo after me, right?

confirmed

um....ok

fyi

cannot pm you , your box storage is max full...
but you know, an author must be willing to subject
his work to criticism... even if done while drunk

okie

Part 2

Oliver was now distressed, he was scared, he was panicked.
He had not been outside in 6 days.

He put on some jeans and a misfits shirt and a backpack which he filled with the following things: a jacket, a blanket, an extra shirt, a copy of water for elephants by Sarah Gruen, some crackers, a giant turtle, a 9mm handgun, a bottle of whiskey, and 62 dollars.

He opened his door slowly and stepped outside. The hardwood floor was splintered and the paint on the walls was peeling and the entire hallway smelled of disinfectant and febreeze.

After walking down 4 flights of stairs he felt very tired. The wind blew at his hair; a sensation which felt foreign to him. So did everything on this once familiar street: the traffic lights, the smell of exhaust from the cars, the pigeons, the cracks on the sidewalk, the inaudible conversations of distant strangers.

He had an idea which would make this whole experience less exhausting. He reached into his backpack and pulled out the giant turtle and carefully sat it on the ground. “Go find your family, Mr. Turtle who I have no idea how you got in my home,” Oliver commanded, “I have to go find lucky!”
He now felt much lighter and decided to think like his dog. What is the first place lucky would go? He thought. “Deluca’s Fine meats and cheese” he thought and whispered to himself.

when I click on something like this in 4L I get a little excited. Then sadly disappointed that this is not paint thread

did u actually put that up on a telephone pole?