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"Hello, Bear," I said.
"Hullo," he growled. “Have some honey.”
The sun was setting, edging the forest leaves in a pink glow.
We sat in the woods and supped.
It was beautiful.
Nothing would ever be the same.
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I like this one. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by aBIGsheep
'Are you dying?' she asked him. He didn't reply.
She sat looking down the lunch counter thinking how elbows were the awfullest-looking part of the human body when he walked in, sat beside her.
"Nice hairdo," he said, looking her over. His arm brushed hers. "But don't you know--it's impolite to put your elbows on the table."
ABSOLUTELY GENIUSQuote:
Originally Posted by kelby_lake
Well done, friend, well done.
Instead of following the pack, he blazed new trails. Except if you count where the girl was concerned. Her wish was his command and on it went. Until one day his call was replied to by another male. That was the day that his command found a new dimension ...
There's a myth that you can see how someone will die by wearing their glasses. Its true! I've worn my mother's and now I can't look at my father the same way.
I deleted a story about eating a jelly-covered piece of bread. My fingers rested on my computer keyboard as I tried to think of a good response to a fifty words or less forum. Soon, I came up with this, and counted the words... forty-eight.
“Saving money is good for your life” said father to his son when they were on a boat. Sunddenly, the captain warned “ A big wave in front of us”. Then immediately the father fallen. His son shouted “1000 dollars for helping”. “Only one” said he. But no one replied.
by Soleilwave
The snow fell like leaves bouncing on the wind. Hills as white as distant stars that sprinkle subtle and fragile light upon his shadow. The night pinned him down. Drifts covered his stretched body, bandaging his limbs like an Egyptian burial. Spring will bring sorrow, suffering, sadness.
“You can do anything you want” his dad said “All you have to believe.” He grew up spending countless hours in the gym working towards being the best. Now, it’s the championship game and his teams down one with five seconds to go, this is the moment he’s been waiting for. But he’s on his couch at home watching…nobody ever mentions injury as a possibility.
65 words
"Eres amigo de Salem?"He had asked suddenly.
What was that supposed to mean?Not there too!I couldn't take it anymore...
My own identity has seemed to vanish, and now it is Salem who has become my identity!
Afterall I was a "hero's friend" and that has to be more than enough for me!
"Soy amigo de Salem."I had replied.
Staggering tornado-like into the lavatory, Vesuvian eruptions from his belly scattering vomit across the marble floor, he stumbles exit-ward. A gathering of concerned looks falls upon him. "God how disgusting" he drawls. "Some bastard has spewed up in there!" A colosseum of suspicious eyes casts stone-like doubts upon his face.
I took a magazine and curled it up into cylinder, poked my eye through it and peered.
A child cries for a lost toy broken by his hands. Shared memories of happiness and playfulness start to drift away. A parent quickens the erosion with a gift of new. The child smiles and rejoices at a memory yet made.
I never understood why we must suffer in a world where you see penguins suckling from flowers.