"No new matches" he thought as he stared at his phone for the third time in the last two minutes...

"Senor?" the Mexican man said questioningly as he smiled

"Are you Senor user Lastname?", he said hesitatingly, heavily accented, "The bartender, he say... for your card is denied.. are you him?"

user nodded "Yes, that's me, something wrong with my credit card?"

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Then, without hesitation, the smile dropped from the man's face.

"user Q. Lastname, you've been served", he said flaty, in perfect, unaccented English. He shoved a large envelope to user's chest and promptly left the restroom. user blinked and didn't even have the presence of mind to grab the envelope, just letting it fall at his feet.

Finishing wiping his hands dry, he then scooped the envelope back up without even looking at it and headed back to the bar.

"Looks like tonight's gonna be a drinkin' night", user thought to himself, for he knew what the envelope contained.

Feels

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There were two big reasons that user always came to this shitty old western bar and those two big reasons approached him as he sat down.

"Another drink, sugah?", said Aileen as she leaned over to wipe the bar near user. She was easily 40, but her ample figure combined with carefully-chosen low-cut attire and an easy, light personality were probably responsible for not only the continued existence of the bar itself but also her snazzy classic Vette parked out in the back lot.

He made a display of chugging the warm-ish beer and slamming it theatrically down on the bar. "Ahhh! Another one, please, m'lady!" he said and then inwardly cringed. "Jesus, did I just say m'lady?", he thought? Still, as usual, Aileen smiled, mock-curtsied, and went to get another.

She returned and put the pint in front of him as he opened the envelope.

What's this? A spark of creativity on Cred Forums in '20? There may yet be hope...

A thread of life on this place of sodom.

When the mood hits me and a thread prompts me, yes, I bust out some OC for you fine folks

I archive some of the more interesting ones here

wattpad.com/user/MooseBalls

I'm waiting for the punchline

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I followed your page. I didn't browse anything yet, but I'll get to it once I go to bed and want something to read.

Reading along. Keep going new OP

It was addressed from the law offices of Catchem and Screwem, a now-familiar letterhead

"Mr user Lastname", the letter began, "As per our previous correspondence of May 8, 2019, it is now our duty to inform you that you are 8 months overdue on your payments. Legally, we must inform you that failure to pay...."

"Bloodsuckers.", he thought, "All of 'em. What did they expect out of me? It's not even my debt!"

The whole thing was supposed to be wiped clean years ago, or at least that's what he was told during the reading of the will. When Dad died, he still owed some on medical but somehow it got "inherited" to him, along with Dad's tools and the old family car. The tools were sold a long time ago to help pay the debt, but there was still more too it.

He placed the papers facedown on the bar and took a long pull from his pint. Once he felt the warmth fill him, he sat back and wondered what to do.

F5

I gotta go sleep. Upload it to your thing when you're done, OP.

This is addicting, but the feels...

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As the night went on, many drinks were ordered and then subsequently conquered as easily as the first two. It was late and user was feeling good now, despite the irritating news. "Hell", he thought, "I don't have to work tomorrow, time to live it up! They can't take THAT away from me!"

"What's that, hon?", Aileen said suddenly, snapping user out of his sleepy haze.

Shit, was he mumbling to himself? Instantly embarrassed, he waved it off with a mumbled "Sorry, just talking to myself". He then made a mental note to not drive home.

The bar, never a hive of activity, was seeing it's older clientele head home for the night and the dimness grew quieter. As he sat back, something on the large TV screen over the bar caught his eye. A serious looking, thin, dark-haired man stared back at him through the screen and asked the simple question "Money problems, friend?" Subconsciously, user nodded slightly and kept watching.

The man continued to speak. "A lot of people these days have money problems; bad debt, low income, and high bills. But what they don't know is that it's Not. Their. Fault. There's a power out there, friend, that can wipe all of that away for you. Let me explain..."

Will do

Glad you're liking it, folks. Some of my stuff is a bit strange, but I just enjoy writing when the mood strikes me

This is starting to get interesting. The dark man intrigues me.

Only 23 and given up on dating after 2 toxic relationships back to back an a year of rejection I've just completely given up i just wake up work go home to my empty apartment pay my bills/child support and lurk on Cred Forums an play xbox while surviving off of ramen an tv dinners plus why even bother chances are the next one will just be another honey pot i don't need anymore trap babies holding me down

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Faggot

Somehow, the quietness of the bar, the easy feel of a beer buzz, and the man's soothing tone captured his attention. As he watched, user absentmindedly lit a cigarette and took a slow drag as the man continued

"There is strength in numbers, friends. I belong to a group that's growing in size and popularity, all over America. We are the Freedom Path and our aim is to free people from their chains and help them live happier and more productive lives. Let me tell you a bit about us..."

And there user sat. In the dark. Smoking. And listening. The dark man's simple message spoke about hope and happiness, and about the change that someone needed to bring about within them to get back. Back on The Path. And user, even in his state, felt that it was true. And once the contact information was on the screen, user carefully wrote it down on a coaster and put it in his pocket.

After hearing the dark man speak, he already felt .... different. He would call them tomorrow.

sounds like a fuckin loser my names chad and I'm 6'9 420 pounds of muscle I get matches left and right and drinks are always on the house

I am enjoying this thread OP. thank you.

Could it be a cult? I like this

>Ooo, triple 6s on that post... ominous

user rose from his seat and noticed that he and Aileen were now alone. He checked the time and was surprised to see 2am and all his cigs were smoked, their stubs sitting in the ashtray. Was he watching that commercial for that long? It certainly didn't feel like it!

A tiredness fell on him at that moment. Time to go home, for sure.

"Closin' up your tab, sug?" chirped Aileen. Hearing her, an inexplicable smile came somehow easily to his face as he said, "Yes, I think it's time to close it up." He glanced at his papers on the bar and added "Close it ALL up."

Taking the papers under his arm, he left the bar. And as he stepped out into the brisk night air, he felt that tomorrow... perhaps... could be different.

Mooseballs here:

Yea, I know. I'm honestly as intrigued as you are about this story. When I write this stuff, I just do it in little pieces, little posts and honestly don't really know how things will turn out.

For example, had no idea about what the Mexican guy was gonna do. I was thinking of either him being violent or maybe an old friend from the neighborhood, but I liked the idea that he had a thick accent so thought I'd play with that a bit, erasing it completely. But I had to come up with a reason why he'd drop into normal speech, and that was it.

And the dark man thing, with it's ominous undertones, totally on-the-fly.

I relate to this character

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Well, folks, it's published out to my wattpad account, saved for posterity.

I think this is a really good way to end the chapter, seemed to close up nicely at the end.

Not sure when I'll work on it again, but inspiration strikes from time to time, so who knows.

It's been fun, though!

Bravo

Agreed. Thank you for the entertainment on a rainy friday night

Glad you enjoyed it. I've got other crazy bullshit on my account, so feel free to check that out too. All of it is little tidbits and snippets, though, nothing complete.

Just checked the account tonight and surprisingly, my "comfy fiction" piece, Winter Train To The Cabin, is ranked #36 overall in the comfy genre

Good. Just crawled in bed, need something comfy

bump bump

This is you 7 years into the future. I have an important message for you, user.

IT GETS WORSE

user leaves the bar. Intoxicated, he tries ordering an Uber on his phone. “You have insufficient funds, please try another payment method.” a message reads. “I guess I’m walking home” he thinks to himself. During his walk, he hears crying from a distance. As he gets closer the crying becomes apparent, “It’s coming from that house over there”. He can see a young girl in her bedroom, she takes notice of him as they lock eyes. “Are you okay?” Asks user. “Y-yes.. w-well no. I’m sorry” she replies. “Don’t be sorry, what’s the matter?” user asks the young woman. She responds with “My boyfriend is overseas and I just found out that he cheated on me.” She starts crying even more. She shows user an unopened bottle of wine. “Want to share this with me? I could use a drink.” She asks. user can’t believe that a pretty woman is actually inviting him to drink with her after such a lonesome, miserable night. “I haven’t got anything better to do, sure” replies user. She opens the door for him and walks into her room. “There’s a glass over by the cabinet, poor yourself a drink.” She says. As user is pouring himself a glass of red wine he hears a clicking sound. He turns around to see the girl pointing a gun directly at his face. “Get on your knees.” She demands. user nervously tries to laugh it off. “You’re joking right?” He asks. She lets off a round right next to his head. “Get on your fucking knees, I won’t tell you again.” user urinates in his jeans, shaking he gets on his knees. The woman unzips her pants, revealing a massive, pulsating cock. “It ain’t gonna suck itself.” user starts crying and urinating more with his eyes closed, slowing moving towards the penis with his mouth open before he’s smacked on the back off the head, deepthroating the entire thing at once. “Jamal, get in here” the trap yells. A big black male walks into the room with a hammer and chisel. To be continued.

So?

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I'm sure I know you. If not, your style of writing is very similar to a friend of mine.