Oh, that was a cute turtle until that ruthless hawk made him lunch. Well, that’s the democratic way – Kill or be killed! The weaker player in the game of life who deserved to be dead.
Au contraire! This is the Republican’s idea of justice. It’s disgusting. But, you watch, all the sick sycophants of the GOP will eventually end. It won’t be a sad day when they and tRump are over. There will be no sorrow, only joy because we will have ruined them and their evil ways! We will rule over them then!
Like a scene right out of On Golden Pond, her face displayed joy, hearing the loon in the distance! She tried to flex her ear in the magical sound’s direction, her forehead developing a tense crease line as she strained to hear. The calls began to fade.
‘Le sigh,’ she uttered, gazing at the gardens in full bloom. She was glad to be present here. Thankfully, the job didn’t put a wrinkle in her plans.
With the moon her companion, seeing it reflect on the pond, she pondered how to overcome her sorrow. Time hadn’t given her near enough relief.
Fingers hanging in the water, trailing the flow as he rowed the boat. We stopped, and Jesse began to feed me grapes. He was such a flirt! He had arranged the boat trip before the coming big freeze. I do believe he was trying to forge a relationship with me or fill me with giddiness! Jesse was succeeding with the latter.
Suddenly, I jumped excitedly! Fish were biting on the fibers on the fringe of my shirt. Guess that will teach me to hang my arm in the water. With pole in hand, we proceeded to follow and finish them!
What a surprise. All these books arelyingin the middle of the street. I’d have to make time now to read instead of always dancing. But first, I need to get some gas into the car. I got up from the grass only to bend slightly to see a fly landing on my purse. Oh, what a sight! Black with purple polka dots on his back. So strange! I needed to meet my boss after my shift on Wednesday. Or was it today? Where did that flash of light come from?
my life’s flow is interrupted as depression, the heavy chain drapes me to slow and weigh me down the black raven caws will i ever mend as i circle the drain calling your name in this shallow grave i hear the chime to rebound but awakening is like wispy lace no strength and no trace of me here as i vote silently to remain hidden in tears
The graduate strode confidently across the podium, careful to concentrate on her walk, not one misstep in those high heels. She reeked of true elegance, no denying it: a class act, that one.
I began to inflate the cushion. One last breath out, and it was ready to go. The Pranksters Extraordinaire Club would soon sing my praises. I had as good as won the bet to fly around the world. My eye had been on this prize trip for a long time.
Princess smiled at me and sat down. The phony fart blasted loudly. I smiled; she died. Delicious!
Water droplets on the goblet trickled elegantly down the sand-etched Lady Liberty logo. There’s that word again—one spoken so often nowadays. Usually, by the ignorant, trigger happy, ready for the chance to kill something with their guns type people. Everyone else around doing the delicate dance of feeling frightened and acting normal when they meet them up close or see them approaching in the distance. Should we shy away or approach confidently? It’s a feeling of trying to breathe normally while feeling afraid, likely about to die. And why do they always try to make us feel like the loser?
Standing in the center of the shop, I realized that I’d be bankrupt by tomorrow. There was no way to charm myself out of this situation. Everything near and dear to me would be gone. I would need to see the lawyer downtown today. I kept thinking, “What the hell happened to me and my dream?” My eyes began to fill with tears. There was no other option but to file Chapter 11. Touching the lace on my smock, I let out a sigh as I looked around my salon.
I fiddled with my guns while listening to the songs of the workers. The sun made my head throb. I shouldn’t have broken the seal on that 20-year-old cognac last night. Dipping my bandana in the spring water, I could still hear music thumping, or was that my headache? No, it wasn’t either. I cupped my ear to listen better. Then I looked up and realized it was a mob of angry people from the fields charging with their children in tow. Blinking profusely, was this a dream? It was real! They were wide-eyed and mean and coming for me!