Yesterday I impulsively bought the cutest hamster in the world. My mom said it better die before I go to college.
One time I had a dream in which everything seemed not real;not fake, just not real,like I was an actor in Boy Meets World or Saved By the Bell. Suddenly I realized I wasn’t sleeping.
Countless people climbed the tree of love vowing to stay until they found it. The branches became heavier and heavier with hearts full of hope when lightning struck and love tumbled down all over the earth.
Her hands trembling and her heart filled with utter joy and happiness, like a giggling schoolgirl, she gazed lovingly at the man who this day would become her husband until death do them part.
Their wheelchairs were placed side by side in the room filled with family, friends and nursing home attendants, all smiling and tearful, while a seemingly group thought gripped them all: The body may grow old but the heart is forever young.
Little Dylan did not like the fact that Mrs. Butterworth would not answer his question, so he, somewhat reluctantly, decided to ask his mom, “Where do babies come from?” His lovely mother smiled, swam the length of the public pool to reach her son, and slapped him silly with a bologna sandwich.
A single tear slid down his cheek, uncomfortable emotions clogged his throat, and anger pulsed at the injustice of it all when the tiny, perfect hand clasped his finger. With a frustrated sigh, he hugged the baby close, stood, and cast a last look at the carnage that represented two ruined lives, before walking around the lifeless body and handing the precious bundle to the waiting social worker.
I was walking down a narrow hallway,When the lights turn off, I felted a cold presence behind me.So i turn around and notice a dead body, So I looked closer at it and notice it was…me dead.
I saw her near the wishing well, casting in her hard earned coins. Little did I know her mind had settled on a man it seems, a man with a heart once broken, a heart in need of soft and tender love, a heart bruised and ravaged by a cruel and uncompromising heartless woman, a heart like mine.
Your daughter wakes you up to say that there is a monster outside her window, and tell her to go to sleep and say that they are just trees.
You got to sleep but suddenly wake up to screams and realise there are no trees outside the window.
Four little words, locked tightly in her heart all these years, in part because of her stoic upbringing where a show of emotions was embarrassing to her parents, and another part due to her shy nature, suddenly escaped her lips with a fierce gentleness and a welling of relief.
“I love you dad,” now emerged from her heart and her mouth accompanied by the sad realization that these words that she longed to say all her life, would fall on deaf ears, for the dead don’t hear.
The tourists marvel at the cave drawings illuminated in the warm glow of the flaming torch.
“They are 10,000 years old, can you believe it?” whispers the old tour guide, a sharpened stone resting in his coat pocket.
The firemen here there, sirens deafening as you watch the burning car with your friend inside. You watch through the window as their flesh melts off their skull, and their eyes roll back in their sockets.
Everyone was attending to their own reports when the President reported to the body the company’s staggering losses. Unimpressed, the Chairman yawned, and it did not take long for him to doze off and made crazy sounds.
Waiting in line at Burger King, hungry for food and hungry for her husband Steve, she daydreamed about how she would ravish him when they got home, while leaning into him with her head resting on his back but wondering why she could not smell his familiar scent.
Her eyes, suddenly caught by the handsome man who was now turned around and smiling questioningly at her, from 10 feet away, opened in wide surprise and embarrassment when she realized her mistake – that the smiling stranger was Steve.
Lucy smiled as she tucked into the front pocket of her jeans the talisman that the clairvoyant had assured her would render powerless the malevolent forces that had thus far shaped her life. Absolved from blame she whistled as ignoring her aching wisdom teeth, she picked up her trusty pump action shotgun and with a renewed sense of optimism headed to the bank to discuss her cash flow problems with the manager.
All Naku writes are lamentations because she can’t cry, so she lets her characters do it for her.
She wishes her characters could tell her it’s all right.
If the door had been locked it might still have happened.
Regardless, things were now exactly as they shouldn’t have been.
i sleep, i eat, i dream. But i can’t speak or talk to people bc they can’t hear me or see me
my wife tells me their is a person in our house but she died 2years ago bc a person was down stairs.Can she warn me?
As the Prima ballerina took a final bow at the last performance of her 40 year career, she reflected on the many prizes, accolades, awards, flowers and recognition she had received due to her excellent interpretations of all the classic and modern dances her company had made famous.
But a single tear ran down her cheek when she realized that because of her unbridled ambition, instead of going home to the house she had once shared with her one true love, she would spend the night entirely and heartrendingly alone.