The story I'm writing
So here's the beginning of the story I'm writing. Let me know what you think: “Not tonight,” I say, “some other time.” “Come on.” Sarah, my roommate and best friend from college, grabs my arm and pulls me forward along First Avenue. “I really want you to meet my high school friends. Besides, what would you do by yourself all alone in the apartment on a Friday night? Please? Only for a few minutes?” She gives me a puppy-dog sad-face, sticking out her lower lip a little and looking at me... Sign in to see full entry.