Literature
Phil and Marc drabble
"Phillip! Phil, jeez, hold up, wouldja!?" Marcus yelled as he sprinted down the hall, "why the hell is he so goddamn FAST..." he sighed, kicking in an extra boost of speed and trying to make it down the hallway before his best friend managed to--
SLAM.
--his door. Great. Marcus skidded to a halt in front of the last door of the corridor, glaring furiously through his orange-tinted goggles at the numbers emblazoned there. "Fucking prick..." he muttered, "OI, PHIL, OPEN UP," Marcus yelled, thumping his fist angrily against the dark grained wood. You know I didn't mean it man... just, let me explain... fuck..." he swore, now using his f