Six Sentence Sunday Jan 22 (Saint of Sinners)

On the third day I stood in the lunch room again staring out at all the tables and all the little groups chatting away, laughing with each other and I thought, fuck it. Why am I standing here like some unpopular loser? I fucking saved the world three times and faced down the devil. I was going to sit where ever the fuck I wanted to. I deliberately picked the table full of football players. Maybe I was just looking for trouble.

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Six Sentence Sunday Jan 22 (Saint of Sinners) — 8 Comments

  1. Oh man, this story makes me laugh, and all of these six-sentence snippets just whet the appetite. You need to write longer sentences or something, because this reader wants MOAR.