Yesterday, I had a glass of chocolate milk. I woke up in the hospital poisoned.
I have lots of friends,But I am feeling myself lonely.
I want to share every thing,But I have to make some new friends.
The quiet but incessant scratching noise from the ceiling had annoyed me throughout the day. I finally marched up the apartment block to my neighbor’s unit — only to see on their door “away on holiday, back next month”.
I am a horror story; you should be afraid to pick me up, lead me on, make me fall in love with you, let me down and break my heart.
Cause if you do all those things, I promise you I’ll hunt you down, because I don’t let go that easily, I’ll take my soul back and leave you there for dead.
My story, as I know it, might end today; my thoughts are always lost, always dirty, always mean. My life was never good enough, I was never good enough.
A story can be told pages, in years, in a breath, in a gesture, or even a single look. In this case, it takes two sentences.
He met her on Mars. They got married on Neptune and he took her to Earth for their honeymoon
my teacher asked me to think of 25 ways to use a yardstick. so then, i jumped out of my feet, grabbed a yardstick, went back in time, killed jesus, started my own religion, called yardstiKyians, which then was the only religion, and then i became god, known as yardstick.
I found the story I wrote for you.
Should I post “The Littlest Geneticist” or not?
Are Pimples a Tragedy or a Comedy? I suppose it depends if the story is told in first person or third.