i can’t believe we went from talking everyday, to being strangers again. you can’t even look at me anymore. i’m not anything to you anymore. maybe i never was. i still love you.
i can’t believe we went from talking everyday, to being strangers again. you can’t even look at me anymore. i’m not anything to you anymore. maybe i never was. i still love you.
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The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without notice of what was about him. He didn’t hear the sound of the car as his ball careened into the road. He took a step toward it, and in doing so sealed his fate.
Don’t forget that gifts often come with costs that go beyond their purchase price. When you purchase a child the latest smartphone, you’re also committing to a monthly phone bill. When you purchase the latest gaming system, you’re likely not going to be satisfied with the games that come with it for long and want to purchase new titles to play. When you buy gifts it’s important to remember that some come with additional costs down the road that can be much more expensive than the initial gift itself.
He watched as the young man tried to impress everyone in the room with his intelligence. There was no doubt that he was smart. The fact that he was more intelligent than anyone else in the room could have been easily deduced, but nobody was really paying any attention due to the fact that it was also obvious that the young man only cared about his intelligence.
According to the caption on the bronze marker placed by the Multnomah Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution on May 12, 1939, “College Hall (is) the oldest building in continuous use for Educational purposes west of the Rocky Mountains. Here were educated men and women who have won recognition throughout the world in all the learned professions.”
There was something special about this little creature. Donna couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but she knew with all her heart that it was true. It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to try and save it, but a matter of how she was going to save it. She went back to the car to get a blanket and when she returned the creature was gone.
The chair sat in the corner where it had been for over 25 years. The only difference was there was someone actually sitting in it. How long had it been since someone had done that? Ten years or more he imagined. Yet there was no denying the presence in the chair now.
There are only three ways to make this work. The first is to let me take care of everything. The second is for you to take care of everything. The third is to split everything 50 / 50. I think the last option is the most preferable, but I’m certain it’ll also mean the end of our marriage.
He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the station going in the opposite direction. She sat staring ahead, never noticing that she was being watched. Both trains began to move and he knew that in another timeline or in another universe, they had been happy together.
I haven’t bailed on writing. Look, I’m generating a random paragraph at this very moment in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will start writing consistently again!
There are different types of secrets. She had held onto plenty of them during her life, but this one was different. She found herself holding onto the worst type. It was the type of secret that could gnaw away at your insides if you didn’t tell someone about it, but it could end up getting you killed if you did.
Since they are still preserved in the rocks for us to see, they must have been formed quite recently, that is, geologically speaking. What can explain these striations and their common orientation? Did you ever hear about the Great Ice Age or the Pleistocene Epoch? Less than one million years ago, in fact, some 12,000 years ago, an ice sheet many thousands of feet thick rode over Burke Mountain in a southeastward direction. The many boulders frozen to the underside of the ice sheet tended to scratch the rocks over which they rode. The scratches or striations seen in the park rocks were caused by these attached boulders. The ice sheet also plucked and rounded Burke Mountain into the shape it possesses today.
Things aren’t going well at all with mom today. She is just a limp noodle and wants to sleep all the time. I sure hope that things get better soon.
He took a sip of the drink. He wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not, but at this moment it didn’t matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had absolutely hated it. That’s simply the way things worked. She made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took a sip of it and smiled, saying it was excellent.
She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer. Two. Puffs of breath could be seen coming from his mouth. Three. He stopped beside her. Four. She pulled the trigger of the gun.
I’m going to hire professional help tomorrow. I can’t handle this anymore. She fell over the coffee table and now there is blood in her catheter. This is much more than I ever signed up to do.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely on its way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or the town. A car was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb in the air, she had a plan.
There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from the ground, but Rachael could see movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of the movement, trying to decipher exactly what she had spied. The more she peered, however, the more she thought it might be a figment of her imagination. Nothing seemed to move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the tree. Then in the corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and begin the process of staring again.
There wasn’t a bird in the sky, but that was not what caught her attention. It was the clouds. The deep green that isn’t the color of clouds, but came with these. She knew what was coming and she hoped she was prepared.
“Where do they get a random paragraph?” he wondered as he clicked the generate button. Do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and his world would never be the same.
The trees, therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought nothing of them, deeming them so inconsequential that even savages like us would know of them and not be suspicious. At that, they probably didn’t have too much time after they detected us orbiting and intending to land. And if that were true, there could be only one place where their civilization was hidden.
The day had begun on a bright note. The sun finally peeked through the rain for the first time in a week, and the birds were sinf=ging in its warmth. There was no way to anticipate what was about to happen. It was a worst-case scenario and there was no way out of it.
It was just a burger. Why couldn’t she understand that? She knew he’d completely changed his life around her eating habits, so why couldn’t she give him a break this one time? She wasn’t even supposed to have found out. Yes, he had promised her and yes, he had broken that promise, but still in his mind, all it had been was just a burger.
Josh had spent year and year accumulating the information. He knew it inside out and if there was ever anyone looking for an expert in the field, Josh would be the one to call. The problem was that there was nobody interested in the information besides him and he knew it. Years of information painstakingly memorized and sorted with not a sole giving even an ounce of interest in the topic.
“Explain to me again why I shouldn’t cheat?” he asked. “All the others do and nobody ever gets punished for doing so. I should go about being happy losing to cheaters because I know that I don’t? That’s what you’re telling me?”
Do you really listen when you are talking with someone? I have a friend who listens in an unforgiving way. She actually takes every word you say as being something important and when you have a friend that listens like that, words take on a whole new meaning.
She tried to explain that love wasn’t like pie. There wasn’t a set number of slices to be given out. There wasn’t less to be given to one person if you wanted to give more to another. That after a set amount was given out it would all disappear. She tried to explain this, but it fell on deaf ears.
Thats not true, and im not sure why you think that or do this?