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Jacob
20 September 2003 @ 11:00 am
Below is my experimental fiction piece for Short Story class. It is a complete story, not a fragment, at a little under 500 words. You may note the influence of the film Groundhog Day. God, I love that movie. Any comments, grammer checks, spelling checks, or any other feedback would be greatly appreciated, especially before this coming Friday...

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John dragged himself out of bed, into the bathroom and slipped on the wet tiles, cracking his head on the edge of the bathtub.

John dragged himself out of bed, into the bathroom and, avoiding the wet patch on the tiles, stepped into the shower. He turned on the taps, but was standing too close to the nozzle and was sprayed by the water, still freezing cold.

John dragged himself out of bed, into the bathroom and, avoiding the wet patch on the tiles, stepped into the shower. He turned on the taps, making sure not to stand too close to the nozzle. As he was lathering the shampoo in his hair, the phone rang. Swearing, he turned off the shower and stepped out, slipping and falling on the wet tiles, cracking his head on the edge of the bathtub.

John dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. He grabbed the bathmat and placed it on the floor over the wet patch on the tiles. He stepped into the shower and turned on the taps, making sure not to stand too close to the nozzle. As he was lathering the shampoo into his hair, the phone rang. Swearing, he turned off the shower and stepped out onto the mat. He grabbed a towel and ran to answer the phone. It was a bloody telemarketer.

John dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. He grabbed the bathmat and placed it on the floor over the wet patch on the tiles. He stepped into the shower and turned on the taps, making sure not to stand too close to the nozzle. As he was lathering the shampoo in his hair, the phone rang. He ignored it. After a nice, long shower he lathered up his face for a shave. As he was about to apply the razor, a cricket ball came through his bathroom window, shattering the glass.

John dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. He grabbed the bathmat and placed it on the floor over the wet patch on the tiles. He walked over to the window and opened it, letting in a slight, fresh breeze. He stepped into the shower and turned on the taps, making sure not to stand too close to the nozzle. As he was lathering the shampoo in his hair, the phone rang. He ignored it. After a nice, long shower he lathered up his face for a shave. As he was about to apply the razor, a cricket ball came through the open bathroom window. John picked it up and tossed it back out where it came from. He chuckled to himself and began to shave. Somehow he knew it was going to be a perfect day.
 
 
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