NOTE - These stories MAY or MAY NOT be based on real events. Whether you choose to believe them or not is entirely up to you. These shall document Austryker's many journeys every month, showing you the true terror and horror that he truly has to endure. Enjoy. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS LANGUAGE THAT NOT ALL READERS MAY FIND SUITABLE! IF YOU CANNOT TAKE SOME MILDLY POSSIBLY PG-13 OR R WHO KNOWS RATED LANGUAGE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! THANK YOU. After spending many nights in the Amazon, Austryker had gotten used to the feeling of isolation in such a populated place. But that was nothing like living alone an apartment building in New York. In his room, he had nothing but his own thoughts, and his beautiful tub of ice cream, of which he ate watching Rom Coms and crying at the most awkward times he possibly could. Rosy Palm was his date every night, and he loved it. Haha, got you! Rosy Palm is his hand... He kisses his hand... Oh God, what have I done?! The best part of living in New York had to be the constant nagging he got from his neighbors across the hall. The constant "Stop crying you pussy!" was most likely the best part, but he wasn't too sure. He couldn't be sure if it was that or the "Shut up ya damn incoherent mumbler!" None of this stopped him. He continued watching Rom Coms, eating ice cream, and going to the gym only to cry when he saw all the good looking and fit men and women, and then looking in the mirror at how miserable he was. He was living the life. One night, he heard a knock-knock-knocking at his door. To his surprise, as of opening the door, he was greeted by his neighbor. He still had some tears rolling down his eyes (He had been watching The Notebook), as the neighbor began cautiously speaking. "Hey neighbor! I, uh, I just wanted to introduce myself, I'm kinda new to the condo..." He said. Austryker inhaled heavily, preparing to speak as clearly as he possibly could. Maybe they'd finally stop calling him Mumbler! "Hphrello itphsh nifghe too mhpheet yohugh!" He said, smiling and shaking the man's hand, getting ice cream all over it. The man lifted his hand cautiously, looking at it with a mixture of disgust and annoyance, "Right... anywho, I'm Ryan. Nice to meet you." Before Austin could speak again, Ryan closed the door, and Austin could faintly hear him say "So he's the Mumbler... Great." Will Austin ever shake the nickname The Mumbler? Will he ever get fit? Will he ever entertain people with these lame stories? Who knows?! Find out next time on The Journeys of Aus 2 | [inserttitlehere] Oh, you made it all the way down here? Woah! Impressive! Have you reported the story yet?
How do you report a story? :O if u meant read then yes I have read the story smh u dont care about ur own story D:
