My exercise.

Just a few minutes ago, I walked down the stairs. A light ambient music was playing on my computer as if welcoming me to the task at hand; my first ever real writing exercise. I sat down and grabbed my laptop, and I was about to type the first letter of the exercise when it happened. A yeti bust through the door. Man this thing was disgusting. He had a booger the size of a golf ball hanging from his nose and hair that was so matted, he almost had dreads.

He looked down the stairs and saw me. Crap, I thought to myself while trying to figure out how to battle a yeti in underpants and with nothing else to wear anyplace close, other then some of those sticky shoes. But those would only slow me down so underpants and nothing else it is. That's when I remembered. Last year after getting back my income tax, I bought myself a brand new samurai sword. Lucky for me, it was right next to me. The yeti lunged down the steps towards me and I raised the sword.

I'm sad to say the only yeti ever seen in Florissant Missouri is now dead.

R.I.P. Big Smelly Yeti
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Okay so the above was my exercise. I was given the words: yeti, underpants, booger, sticky shoes, and income tax :and told to use them in a story. The above, is my story. And yes....it is in fact true.