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Extending his universal communication tendrils, Quorf addressed the Earthling in the traditional manner, "We come in peace. Take me to your leader." He was buzzing with anticipation; this was his first contact mission. The Earthling opened it's mouth, "Here it comes." he thought.
"Funny tasting bug." thought the chameleon, swallowing.
"Funny thing happened to me the other day"
"Really? What?"
No answer.
"Funny thing happened"
"Yeah? What happened"
"Funny thing" The voice laughed
"Are you okay?"
"Hehe. Funny"
"Hehehe"
It was then then that I realized something: I was talking to myself.
Xamonas that was horrible! :D
baby Same, that was hilarious. :lol:
The dust of cars and the city bus settled on the tiny flower hidden under weeds under the bench.
The man, angry, mumbling, stormed along,glanced down.
He backed up, looked surprised, and bending wiped the dust from the flower. Rising he blinked back tears. So did the flower.
Wow blp, LOVED your story. Way cool!Quote:
Originally Posted by blp
I'm really glad. I was pleased with that one myself (though now I think, if only it had had the word acquamarine in it... Oh well, maybe next time).Quote:
Originally Posted by aquamarineNYC
"I asked him for advice yesterday"
"What did he say?"
"Told me to go to an anger management class"
"Really?"
"Asked him for advice and all he said was.... Can you believe it?"
"But you don't need anger management"
"You've got that right. I can manage my anger perfectly well thank you very much."
A hand like an extended spider web. Engulfing the world. She smiles in perfect harmony. Everything seems understandable, all her troubles swept into a heap of reason, life become meaningful. His big blue eyes survey his food source. She tickles his palm, and he claws, clutching air, expelling nothingness.
After a brief hiatus as a hedonist, she deluded herself with the notion that losing the self was no longer singularly significant, and became divine. Eversmooth, everready, and as fluid as Schwarzeneger's Predator, she revealed her mystical side in proper circles, until someone discovered she'd once cleaned confessionals.
Overheard on a train: 'The man who ran me over came to see me in the hospital. And he brought me some comics!'
In the taxi she said, “We're going out to Utopia Parkway, Queens to meet a famous artist, his name is Joseph. He likes quiche Lorraine and little girls. So behave.” We walked into the gloomy house and I glanced over at a glass case with a life-sized porcelain doll.
Saturday was the day she loved best.He was coming.Handsome, tall, dreamy blue eyes that promised something rare and memorable in the short time they had together.Her prince charming. The limo pulled up and she raced down the steps into his arms."Papa" she murmurred."Papa"
After I died, the main change was to time and space. Suddenly it was all quick cuts, no fixed viewpoint and all the boring bits left out; like a Hollywood film. After a day of this, I realised I was in Hell.
P.S.
I'm unable to store those drums you left in the walk-in any longer. Arrange to remove them ASAP. Mother's coming to visit and plans to bring her calligraphic accoutrements (such belles lettres!).
Be assured that the thrill of your banging will forever remain deep in my memory.
Fondly --
lol! Funny!Quote:
Originally Posted by lavendar1
Shocked silence. Not one word spoken. Quiet.
He turns around, blissful smile on his face, expecting his new variation to be praised.
"What have you done to it?"
Confused, he asks: "To what?"
"The song! What have you done to it?"