The other day a fellow fell onto my lap. His face blushed a bright apple-yellow, and his knees shivered like the little moments before a pleasure was announced. I didn't know why. Today I fell onto a fellow's lap and the fellow acted the same way.
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The other day a fellow fell onto my lap. His face blushed a bright apple-yellow, and his knees shivered like the little moments before a pleasure was announced. I didn't know why. Today I fell onto a fellow's lap and the fellow acted the same way.
I made a deposit on my life. It seems so, that if one wanted to one can buy anything for the right price. I don't really pay attention to what the media says, or what anyone else says from this point on because I know I'm living on credit.
50 words...this is new for me, but fun :)
Decorations torn off the walls and clothes taken out of the drawers, she is reminded of what the room looked like before her inhabitance. She leans over, pulls the last of her bags out the door, and bids farewell to another semester of college. “Adult world, yeah right,” she smirks.
The time of twilight was approaching and the sun was going down after the big green mountains, as people always go to rest for an eternity. As the sun rises again changed, we also rise, but in another person...We all die for others to born... The time of twilight...
She watched as he lowered himself to the ground. He started to pick the daisies from the grass, and slowly made long daisy chains, then wound them into beautiful wreaths. She had showed him how to. How she wished she could sit with him again. How she wished she could wear the daisies in her hair again. He could not see her. He could sense her. He did love her still.
" What the heck" she muttered. "I know I put those scissors on the table." Ahhh, the table...Under the table was a chaos of dust bunnies and dog fur. Evil little pixies live under there, and they are responsible for the scissor theft. She will never know of their presence.
Cackling with glee, the evil wee folk laugh at the blunderings of "her", their ignorant nemesis. O wielder of brooms, hated and feared. "Now what?" one squeaks to the assembled. "Let's infest her computer, give it worms!" They roll around, kicking their tiny feet in abundant glee.
Last Wednesday all colour left the world. Everything was monochrome, like an old photograph: sky, trees, shops, people; all grey. And oddly, sounds and smells were richer, as if they had appropriated all the colours for themselves. Once I realised I had become a dog, it all made sense. Woof.
Short story 50 words and under: (50 ish, it hurts my eyes to count) :goof:
They sit in the car next to each other, mere inches away, but it feels like miles, an eternity. "I can't do this anymore" he says. She hates him for his bluntness. "I'll have the small onion rings" she says to the plastic clownface. " $1.95, Window two," it squawks.
49 words, actually--well done :thumbs_up.
;) TY, it is hard to count with bad eyesight.Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
teehee, made me chuckle.Quote:
Originally Posted by kathycf
He held out his sign- a begging sign- full of lovely rich words.They had no effect upon the bustling crowds who scowled down at him and then drew their costly coats tightly against bones and flesh to ward off any poverty that might blow their way. No food today.
It's true too! ;) Everything that goes wrong or gets lost in my house is all the fault of those nasty little imps. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by amuse
So why don't you buy a hoover? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by kathycf