Three Word Story

[b_ulam]

- it was time

[xyberviri]

Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
had three fifty
plastic buttons saved
for a raft. The raft sank
when evil neighbours
sabotaged the bindings
a vengeful act
Igniting his rage.
Willet stormed into
his mother's bedroom
one hand on
his giant sword
and the other
on his mom's
woven grass basket

it was time
to end this

[Vandal]

Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
had three fifty
plastic buttons saved
for a raft. The raft sank
when evil neighbours
sabotaged the bindings
a vengeful act
Igniting his rage.
Willet stormed into
his mother's bedroom
one hand on
his giant sword
and the other
on his mom's
woven grass basket.

It was time
to end this.

He rushed out

[xyberviri]

the end.(as in period)

[sur5or]

Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
had three fifty
plastic buttons saved
for a raft. The raft sank
when evil neighbours
sabotaged the bindings
a vengeful act
Igniting his rage.
Willet stormed into
his mother's bedroom
one hand on
his giant sword
and the other
on his mom's
woven grass basket.

It was time
to end this.

He rushed out

The end...

Or was it?