Julius was awakened by the phone ringing.
‘Damn him. He wants the phone on his side of the bed, but he never hears it.’
“Trevor, wake up.”
Nothing. Julius shoves Trevor.
“Huh?”
“Answer the phone.”
“Wha…”
“Answer the fucking phone.”
“Why’s the phone ringing?”
“I don’t know. Maybe if you answer it, you’ll find out.”
“Hello? … Why’s it still ringing?”
“Not your cell, the house phone.”
“Shit... Hello?”
The caller whispered, “You gotta
Prompt #265
Write a story that begins with a phone call at three in the morning.
Trevor insisted the house phone be on his side of the bed. There was one problem with that; Trevor was nearly impossible to wake up. One night, the phone rings at three AM. Julius has a hard time waking Trevor, but finally succeeds. Trevor finally answers the phone on the ninth ring. The phone call starts something they never could have expected.
You made your deadline. It’s still Saturday night until you wake up on Sunday.
Great “end” to the story. You know we’ll all be waiting for part 2. But take your time. I know I still have Gabriel to attack.
Radio in my car, music I downloaded on my phone lots of other times. Lately I’ve been listening to the songs I created on suno.com a lot. If you’re curious:
https://suno.com/@lee_666_wilson
FYI, I provided the lyrics, and told it what style i wanted.
Welcome. Those are the only three featuring these two so far. I did make a collection of them, plus another, Lee’s Comedy Hour, holding all my humorous stories.
I knew he’d end up in a Peruvian prison. Not exactly the crime I was thinking of.
A short chapter where Alex’s dad finds out about him being in prison might be fun to write. Especially when he flies to Peru to try to get him released and encounters a gay judge.
Glad you liked it. Yeah, I think I've heard the dog meat rumor as well. I probably would have had to use Old Yeller and Rin-Tin-Tin, or even Lassie as Addison's examples.
“This tastes like shit!”
Addison O’Leary has been practicing cooking lately. Apparently, his partner, Stanley Simmons doesn’t appreciate his efforts. Although this wasn’t Addison’s first major failure.
“I don’t think it tastes that bad, Stanley.”
Stanley spits out the mouthful of stew, “Ugh, I can’t even swallow it.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, go ahead, Addison.”
“How would you even know what shit tastes like? Do you have some kind of kink you haven’t told me