Odyssey II submission - Chapter 1: StainedChapter 1StainedJust great. Paul rubbed his eyes, then flopped back on the decrepit bed. It creaked and shuddered. If he'd known bargain bed and breakfasts in London were less maintained than hostels, he would have stayed downtown again and had more spending money for meals and tickets. And laundry.He needed another three days of wear from those jeans.Paul sat up. He could wash out the stain in the sink, do the best he could, hope they dried overnight.He pressed his palm to his forehead. His face felt hot, head aching, though he'd felt fine moments ago. Jet lag."Get it together. Big day tomorrow," he said as he made his way to the tiny bathroom.He had to stand half in the shower to get his jeans off, then held the stained patch under the sink faucet, trying to keep as much fabric clear of water as possible. He started with hand soap, wondering if he might want to try shampoo.His head spun as he leaned over. His breath came sharp, as if he'd been running up stee
deviantART 12th Birthday Create a Story ContestMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after lavender dogs because you'll only end up with a Smurf in your head." I never quite understood his advice until one Save the Spinach Day, I was gardening with my best friend Rose-Anne Rectangle. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was swift and spooky sounds came from deep within. Rose-Anne Rectangle saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!