They only serve two pancakes each; there can't be heaping stacks lest many non-members accompany their moms to brunch. The pastor’s speech dog-paddles and never reaches shore: the multitudinous breasts of Diana of the Ephesians, “men are always called bulls”. On the way home, dissecting between “women“ and “sin“, she pinches a nerve.
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Last edited by L.M. The Third; 05-12-2014 at 10:17 PM. Reason: tense change
Roberto approaches Patricia. He shows her his phone with the newly downloaded "Generate a Love Poem for Your Girl Friend" mobile app and presses "Start".
Patricia pats her hands, then presses "Start" on her newly downloaded "Generate a Prose Response to Your Boy Friend's Generated Poetry" mobile app.
He is a professional drinker, payed in dulled edges and white noise that keep him just sane, that allow him to survive every long minute of each day. In a way that was only tragic if he stared at it too long, Sean made a living off of his alcoholism.
After the rolling pin caved in the back of his skull, the plate of 'disgusting' apple pie fell from his hand as he slumped to the floor.
It fell to the ground with a wet plop; much to the amusement of the hooded figure. He laughed as he reflected on how he had died centuries ago. Yet here he was conqueror of this fortress, infection of its people. He drank the blood of his victims.
"What's Robert telling those kids, Martha?"
By the swing set, they could hear Robert's voice rise, "...and then there was a BIG BANG!"
"Oh. He's telling them his version of the creation of the universe."
When the kids settled, he leaned in toward them and whispered, "And God said, 'Oops.'"
Kathy's six-year-old Billy sat by her. She whispered, "What was that crazy Dr. Roqetscientski telling you by the swing set?"
Billy shook his head and giggled.
"You can tell me."
Billy refused.
"Whisper it in my ear."
Billy spoke into her ear, "He said God pooped out the universe."
"Robert Roqetscienski told your son that God pooped out the universe."
"No! Even Robert's not that stupid. Billy probably misunderstood."
"You need to talk to your son." Kathy told her husband.
"Hell, I don't know how it started."
Before bed, Billy's father reasoned, "It might have been only a fart."
It was Andrew, the corrupter of children that found him in the horses stall, the imprint of a horseshoe on the side of his face; I was there to see his bloody body when Andrew carried my friend Sammy into the kitchen. That is when I came to hate God.
Fifty words or less
and something to be said?
That is what poems are for.
Last edited by Sir Guyon; 05-25-2014 at 07:55 PM.
Author of A Love Untold.
one day a man to outdo the cactus decided to grew very tall. but he could not see the cactus.
so the cactus decided his turn to grow very high but it could not see the man.
they both decided to grow tall. they could not see each other.
they grew small they still could not see each other.
the end was they decided to go their different ways to never cross each other. they simply could not get on.
Last edited by cacian; 05-27-2014 at 08:44 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Okay, this is a poem. But I like the idea and had to give it a try!
Elbow bent and resting on the desk
Legs crossed at the ankles
Fingers flip through a book
Head on hand and the eyes are glazed
If this is work then who would want it?
But when she’s in her own world she’s the most beautiful
(45)
So love conquers all?
That is what they say
But I have love and I’m still all alone
My kitchen floor still isn’t finished
And my car’s brakes still aren’t working
So why is this love just taking his time?
Hurry up and get me out of here!
(48)
Sorry, another poem : )
Okay, tried a story. Not very good, but okay? Here it is:
Sweat beaded on his body and his face grew red. Should he start with her name? Talk about the weather or maybe this party? Clumsiness in one.. two.. three.
“Great, another guy who thinks that just because I’m hot I’m ready to mingle” she thinks, catching his eye.
(48)
Good job. I like this a lot.Originally Posted by LaughGiraffe
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