It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was nothing inherently difficult with getting the project done. It was simple and straightforward enough that even a child should have been able to complete it on time, but that wasn’t the case. The deadline had arrived and the project remained unfinished.
He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if the marks on the stone were accurate. He couldn’t be sure. Day and nights had begun to blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too long.
How did I get from revising Biology for an exam to witchcraft and seeing a black cat outside staring at me? Guess knowledge on plants and crystals do help for school!
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.
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It would be a risky move. Yes, the truth would make things a lot easier if they all stayed on the same page, but the truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even more of a mess than it was not telling the truth. It was time to decide which way to go.
He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away. His heart started racing and he bolted into a full sprint. “It wasn’t a gunshot, it wasn’t a gunshot,” he repeated under his breathlessness as he continued to sprint.
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas…
It was a rat’s nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to resemble every morning when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn’t. She opened the drawer and picked up the hair clippers.
I’ve rented a car in Las Vegas and have reserved a hotel in Twentynine Palms which is just north of Joshua Tree. We’ll drive from Las Vegas through Mojave National Preserve and possibly do a short hike on our way down. Then spend all day on Monday at Joshua Tree. We can decide the next morning if we want to do more in Joshua Tree or Mojave before we head back.
Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things don’t work out as planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning to get used to it. He didn’t actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he put the key into the ignition, turned it and the engine didn’t make a sound.
He had three simple rules by which he lived. The first was to never eat blue food. There was nothing in nature that was edible that was blue. People often asked about blueberries, but everyone knows those are actually purple. He understood it was one of the stranger rules to live by, but it had served him well thus far in the 50+ years of his life.
It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change his hold on it so many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for the life of him, tell whether he held the sheep right side up, or upside down. But that point was decided for him a moment later by the animal itself, who, with a sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave a grunt of anger and disgust.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet and the five Venusians, very much startled, looked overhead. They were barely in time to see the huge gray form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign atop a nearby building which bore the mystifying information “Pepsi-Cola.”
“It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing,” he said. “This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had just a couple of days ago. I’d love to get together and tell you about it if you’re up for a cup of coffee,” he continued, laying the trapped he’s been planning for years.
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.
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.
Indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul’s summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly upbraiding her husband, lamenting at Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself. The mosquitoes made merry over her, biting her firm, round arms and nipping at her bare insteps.
Barbara had been waiting at the table for twenty minutes. it had been twenty long and excruciating minutes. David had promised that he would be on time today. He never was, but he had promised this one time. She had made him repeat the promise multiple times over the last week until she’d believed his promise. Now she was paying the price.
It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually given him life. While everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt more at ease. The doctor said it would be less than a year. That gave him a year to live, something he’d failed to do with his daily drudgery of a routine that had passed as life until then.
Turning away from the ledge, he started slowly down the mountain, deciding that he would, that very night, satisfy his curiosity about the man-house. In the meantime, he would go down into the canyon and get a cool drink, after which he would visit some berry patches just over the ridge, and explore among the foothills a bit before his nap-time, which always came just after the sun had walked past the middle of the sky. At that period of the day the sun’s warm rays seemed to cast a sleepy spell over the silent mountainside, so all of the animals, with one accord, had decided it should be the hour for their mid-day sleep.
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
Cake or pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick. It may seem silly, but cake people and pie people are really different. I know which one I hope you are, but that’s not for me to decide. So, what is it? Cake or pie?
There was something beautiful in his hate. It wasn’t the hate itself as it was a disgusting display of racism and intolerance. It was what propelled the hate and the fact that although he had this hate, he didn’t understand where it came from. It was at that moment that she realized that there was hope in changing him.
She didn’t understand how changed worked. When she looked at today compared to yesterday, there was nothing that she could see that was different. Yet, when she looked at today compared to last year, she couldn’t see how anything was ever the same.
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Dolores wouldn’t have eaten the meal if she had known what it actually was.
His ultimate dream fantasy consisted of being content and sleeping eight hours in a row.
It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was nothing inherently difficult with getting the project done. It was simple and straightforward enough that even a child should have been able to complete it on time, but that wasn’t the case. The deadline had arrived and the project remained unfinished.
Don’t step on the broken glass.
my brother married a child bride & no one wants to talk about it
Before he moved to the inner city, he had always believed that security complexes were psychological.
Just broke up and my ex has already hooked up with someone else. It is very painful
I fantasize about reeducation camps
Damn, why is having a shit so pleasant?
i truly want you to find the love you look for if it means having peace again
I would appreciate it if you people did not give thumbs-down votes to my posts.
He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if the marks on the stone were accurate. He couldn’t be sure. Day and nights had begun to blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too long.
In that instant, everything changed.
Ha! They made a musical about a Zoey playlist and funny because Zoey got pregnant in a high school musical. Decades later and it’s still not funny.
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How did I get from revising Biology for an exam to witchcraft and seeing a black cat outside staring at me? Guess knowledge on plants and crystals do help for school!
Music brings back memories Don’t do it kids
She couldn’t decide of the glass was half empty or half full so she drank it.
In the 1980s Bernie Sanders rimmed me and Joe Biden taped it on one of those huge VHS camcorders. It felt good.
Remember the golden rule. Treat others as how you wanted to be treated.
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.
You see, you wishing death on all the Chinese people. Now look the corona virus is spreading all over America. Be careful what you wish for.
My Master says I can’t post here . I better listen I don’t want to be set on fire.
My brain is so weird. It’s courage enough to cut my hands but when it comes to talk to people it scares the hell out of it.
Give me more than 10,000 likes, come on. Let’s say no to racism, homophobia and sexism.
لقد حان الوقت لخفض شعري الحمار.
Keep talking to yourself dumbass.
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I will always love you come what may. It truly pains to love from far but still I can’t stop. I love you my pole
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It would be a risky move. Yes, the truth would make things a lot easier if they all stayed on the same page, but the truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even more of a mess than it was not telling the truth. It was time to decide which way to go.
Eating eggs on Thursday for choir practice was recommended.
Why men? Why not men, women, children, elders
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I am TERRIFIED of being touched intimately. What do I do??
My friends don’t like me anymore. I know why but I will not apologize. I need to find another way to make them want to be around me again.
I feel very comfortable around blacks because I know I’m better than all of them.
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I walked in on my sister fucking her girlfriend with a scrap-on. Good thing I stayed hidden … or she would have seen me.
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Anyone down to worship the holy Jism with me today?
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I quit the games I’m playing before I loose, therefore I never loose.
He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away. His heart started racing and he bolted into a full sprint. “It wasn’t a gunshot, it wasn’t a gunshot,” he repeated under his breathlessness as he continued to sprint.
You know when you are doing it right ? When he holds your head in place.
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas…
It was a rat’s nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to resemble every morning when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn’t. She opened the drawer and picked up the hair clippers.
We will not allow you to bring your pet armadillo along.
FUCK valentines day
I’m going to take it out on you’re kids bitch!
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I’ve rented a car in Las Vegas and have reserved a hotel in Twentynine Palms which is just north of Joshua Tree. We’ll drive from Las Vegas through Mojave National Preserve and possibly do a short hike on our way down. Then spend all day on Monday at Joshua Tree. We can decide the next morning if we want to do more in Joshua Tree or Mojave before we head back.
Hold me tighter when I cum
Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things don’t work out as planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning to get used to it. He didn’t actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he put the key into the ignition, turned it and the engine didn’t make a sound.
He is no James Bond; his name is Roger Moore.
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I blame people who voted for Donald Trump.
His son quipped that power bars were nothing more than adult candy bars.
I blame white people.
I am Doctor Remulak
Misfortune after misfortune will befall on those who look down on others.
Today i tried to wear a pair of panties. it was my first time, and it felt so good i have to admit.
They throw cabbage that turns your brain into emotional baggage.
If you like tuna and tomato sauce- try combining the two. It’s really not as bad as it sounds.
The skeleton had skeletons of his own in the closet.
glad you found love. now, let me go properly
mm these medical gloves on my hands are getting me of so much
i got my first period today ugh
The secret code they created made no sense, even to them.
Black widow… .
The waves were crashing on the shore; it was a lovely sight.
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He had three simple rules by which he lived. The first was to never eat blue food. There was nothing in nature that was edible that was blue. People often asked about blueberries, but everyone knows those are actually purple. He understood it was one of the stranger rules to live by, but it had served him well thus far in the 50+ years of his life.
I wanna date joey jordison so bad
Somebody please invent a strain of weed that doesn’t make me hungry.
Honestly, I don’t care about climate change or politics. I worry about zombies, aliens and vampires.
2020 sucks
Hip hop/rap/trap/country music are all extremely terrible. I wish it would all go away forever. That would be great.
I’m Scared to sleep with my boyfriend because I hate the way I look
I sent tracking information for the package to you
if he got married he really cared about her. A plus if he has children. I’m not a side chick. We are done. Have a nice life idiot
I became drunk smoked tobacco, was boastful prideful disrespectful angry unforgiving unloving afraid paranoid worried anxious
My boyfriend got me pregnant and said he wanted the baby, now he’s changed his mind and expects me to terminate. I don’t want to.
The guts to slit my wrists. I visualize it often.
He hacked me and made me a viral joke
coronavirus finally helping tourist spots a well deserved break to disinfect and clean everything.
I hope you die reader
is it just me or listening to stories of guys complain about other girls who have treated them bad makes u wanna also treat them badly?
May those who are sexist, homophobic or racist be cursed for the upcoming week.
Get off my nuts you crazy bitch! This is the reason I left.
People need to stop chesting cave pussy
i want my dad to die in an accident
Excuse me while I go off & stare @ the blank spot on the wall again. Cuz that’s all I have the energy for right now.
I’m going to fuck Gabi Rahming & make her beg for cum just like I did her father Micheal Rahming
I miss you
It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change his hold on it so many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for the life of him, tell whether he held the sheep right side up, or upside down. But that point was decided for him a moment later by the animal itself, who, with a sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave a grunt of anger and disgust.
There’s a reason that roses have thorns.
I often see the time 11:11 or 12:34 on clocks.
Alcohol and drugs make me and everyone so slow
Random words in front of other random words create a random sentence.
Normality and sanity is good. Whatever bad state you’re in snap out of it.
Happy VD (Venerial Disease Day) Get tested or educated awareness day
people be stupid out here medicating their babies and shit FUCK
I feel bad for not giving a crap about what my husband’s brother is doing in his life. I just don’t care.
I’m glad you guys on here are following my advice.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet and the five Venusians, very much startled, looked overhead. They were barely in time to see the huge gray form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign atop a nearby building which bore the mystifying information “Pepsi-Cola.”
She works two jobs to make ends meet; at least, that was her reason for not having time to join us.
I fucking hate the situation I’m in and o fucking hate myself. I should just give up on life
“It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing,” he said. “This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you were in a dream I had just a couple of days ago. I’d love to get together and tell you about it if you’re up for a cup of coffee,” he continued, laying the trapped he’s been planning for years.
The beauty of the African sunset disguised the danger lurking nearby.
You can’t compare apples and oranges, but what about bananas and plantains?
I have apprehension towards people who are fearless of other peoples feces
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.
I feel controlled by my family and I can’t enjoy my teen years.
my dream is to be a powerful healer priestess
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.
I want you now AL
I’ve held my tongue so long.
If any cop asks you where you were, just say you were visiting Kansas.
25 years later, she still regretted that specific moment.
Conservatism is a mental illness.
In need of a sharp object…NOW!
She folded her handkerchief neatly.
I wish I could just do whatever I wanted. Just for a little while.
We have young kids who often walk into our room at night for various reasons including clowns in the closet.
I just want to move on. I have too many failings to rectify.
I love eating toasted cheese and tuna sandwiches.
I wonder what I did to piss them off. It wasn’t even past the actual date as per stated document.
Indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul’s summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly upbraiding her husband, lamenting at Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself. The mosquitoes made merry over her, biting her firm, round arms and nipping at her bare insteps.
Lightning Paradise was the local hangout joint where the group usually ended up spending the night.
I really need a blumpkin
i wanna make a lemon meringue pie and eat the whole thing by myself over two or three days
Why are you acting weird? I never did anything to you or say anything. You act like I sinned against you. Anyway thank you for the assistance.
Life some more. Lift. Lift.
Fuck
We got to fight depression. Let’s do some abs, chest and arm exercises y’all. Come on! Hup hup hup…
I’m a great listener, really good with empathy vs sympathy and all that, but I hate people.
Barbara had been waiting at the table for twenty minutes. it had been twenty long and excruciating minutes. David had promised that he would be on time today. He never was, but he had promised this one time. She had made him repeat the promise multiple times over the last week until she’d believed his promise. Now she was paying the price.
Greetings from the real universe.
Women with lips like a beak. lol
Il5l take Logan Marshall-Green in the front & Tom Hardy in back please, thank you.
I think I was sexually assaulted and I’m scared af
I know you’re awake,you just don’t want to talk to me.
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It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually given him life. While everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt more at ease. The doctor said it would be less than a year. That gave him a year to live, something he’d failed to do with his daily drudgery of a routine that had passed as life until then.
My coworkers expect me to know the processes I have to do, but they don’t teach me how to do them. WTF
every website i start to enjoy end up INVADED BY TROLLLS. this is gangstalking NIGHTMARE
She used her own hair in the soup to give it more flavor.
Turning away from the ledge, he started slowly down the mountain, deciding that he would, that very night, satisfy his curiosity about the man-house. In the meantime, he would go down into the canyon and get a cool drink, after which he would visit some berry patches just over the ridge, and explore among the foothills a bit before his nap-time, which always came just after the sun had walked past the middle of the sky. At that period of the day the sun’s warm rays seemed to cast a sleepy spell over the silent mountainside, so all of the animals, with one accord, had decided it should be the hour for their mid-day sleep.
Kill all men and abort all male fetuses to save the world and remove all that’s wrong with this world.
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history. It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
I get so fucking horny before my period but I can’t masturbate right now.
I want to slit her throat so bad.
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I wish I had a nice big feminine butt
WHO THE FUCK IS AZIZ?
I’m sad
Carol drank the blood as if she were a vampire.
I don’t wanna talk about NASA
Why’s em such hate filling!
Private eyes
One finger.
I want to get creamed by Camila Mattoli she’s the most beautiful woman alive
Next up on “my 300 pound life….”
Cake or pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick. It may seem silly, but cake people and pie people are really different. I know which one I hope you are, but that’s not for me to decide. So, what is it? Cake or pie?
going to Mexico soon to get fucked down by Taiira Navarette. she looks like she has very sweet jizzle juice, I hope she’s a gusher!
There was something beautiful in his hate. It wasn’t the hate itself as it was a disgusting display of racism and intolerance. It was what propelled the hate and the fact that although he had this hate, he didn’t understand where it came from. It was at that moment that she realized that there was hope in changing him.
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Take a sharp object & carve as deeply as possible. The deeper the better.
I still love you Naqilah. Always have, always will, till the end of time.
He waited for the stop sign to turn to a go sign.
I have a random feeling that today evening is going to be great and I’ll end by day feeling very satisfied.
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She didn’t understand how changed worked. When she looked at today compared to yesterday, there was nothing that she could see that was different. Yet, when she looked at today compared to last year, she couldn’t see how anything was ever the same.
i made a promise that i would not kill my self without asking my mom for help i dont think i am going to keep that promise tonight