On the way up to my brother’s graduation last year, my mom and I stopped by a friend of hers in New Jersey, who happens to live in the greatest old farmhouse ever. By lucky coincidence, or because no one else wanted to sleep up there, I got the attic. These pictures don’t convey its creepiness, but it was indeed creepy. A story needs to be written about it…
ww says: hey, good pictures, ms pnts!
story line, huh? How about first coming up with a title for the story? I was tempted to blurt out: “The devel ‘n ms pnts” but after looking at such an innocent and angelic appearance of the young lady in the picture, a more erotic-esque title came to mind: “One night in the Attic.” Is that really you in the picture, ms pnts? And how was your “One night stand” in the attic? Obviously you are alive to tell the story, for you were spared by the evel and unnatural dark forces that would love to prey on young beautiful and skimpily dressed women in the movies, and, so, what was the story, eh?
seltix says: jeezus. never mind.
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a “wide sargasso sea” kind of story? or a “shining” kind of story?