I’d rather fall off the bandwagon than to follow it.
I broke my fall.
Next up, I’ll break my winter.
Why bother trying to get out of your rut?
Dig the ground out from those around you and make them fall.
“With grace and dignity” he said to himself.
After which he tripped and fell.
“Wait – don’t jump!” Carly Ann yelled at her big brother who was ready and poised to plummet to (what he thought would be) his death from the window of his second-story bedroom. “Just give me a minute to get up there and I’ll push you off myself!”
It’s cold up here, but that’s my fault, really, for clippin’ my feathers so soon. The roof is a silly place to jump, anyway, since I’ll have to be able to fly my way down, and I ain’t no bird no more.