I assumed I was allowed to go to a friends house when my mom said go take care of it. I am now grounded for three weeks.
Category: Competition
Competition
Alone
To his satisfaction, finally the wall was built.
Only in time did he begin to wish he’d added a gate.
The Ending
The day they had betrothed themselves to one another, Gabe was inebriated, having taken a handful of the little blue pills he had grown to adore more than even his next meal or breath.
So this unfortunate ending, sitting across from the love of his life signing papers issued by her attorney, The Great Neuterer, seemed the fitting finale to the union he had taken for granted for the last time.
Patience
He stood there staring at her patiently, watching her eyes dart from side to side, up and down, her face a beautiful study in motion, from frowns to slight smiles, to perplexed, to curiosity, and back to frowning again at the object in her hand.
Finally, his feet growing sore and his patience growing thinner, he asked her, “Have you decided on your order yet M’am?”
The School Clock
While the boy with sticking-out ears, we all call “wing nuts”, winds the Silky Oak “Herga & Co of Brisbane” school clock, he places one of his wing nuts against the clock and straightens it so it goes “tick – tick” and not “tick – tock”. If it went tick – tock it would go slower and slower until it eventually stopped.
Getting Up
Downed, again, amidst all the rush and tumble, the trash and the defeat. Everything I ever wanted was lost, and then I saw you again, and started again, because that is what you do to me.
Damsel in Distress?
The knight kept bravely challenging the dragon and riding around in front of his cave, until he was unexpectedly knocked unconscious.
“Chauvinist,” the princess said, putting down her mace, “Like I needed rescuing!”
Actions may speak louder than words, but words will always influence actions.
Words can make you cry, laugh or even sing with joy, which is why we must never forget them.
Teenager
I am a person going through the adolescence stage of life.
In an adults eyes I am a teenager, a sincere insult thanks to the media.
The Globs
They’re coming in on big waves in high tide, translucent, bubble-shaped, seemingly inert,
clinging to ice plant, debris, litter, on the backs of other sea life, scurrying in the sand, burying themselves deep, nourished on sand life, hydrated on salt water absorbed through porous membranes.
Poisonous to touch, impossible to destroy, emerging as the new life, the new species from mother water, arriving simultaneously on seven continents.
Crazy In Love
He promised to love her no matter what her past is, and so they made love for the first time. After the libido subsided, and while they lay spent in bed, she confessed that she has herpes.
Lazy
She wanted to be tied up which I thought was incredibly kinky.
Turns out she was just lazy.
Two Sentences
To measure time is to measure one of mans’ greatest devices. Should you destroy this device, then you are left with complete harmony.
The Grumpy Old Man
“For the absolutely last time, will you stop playing with that chainsaw!”
“Sorry”, replied Pinocchio.
Closure
They met online, emailed, talked on the phone for over a year, and finally, they were going to meet. Her heart pounded as she sat waiting, her hand in her pocket on the gun she would use to kill the man who had lured her baby sister to her death.
What is Love
Baby, don’t hurt me.
Don’t hurt me, no more.
Eclipse
There was a power failure the night that my mother died; adding insult to injury. Stumbling around in the dark looking for, matches, a candle, a glimmer of hope of ever feeling happy again seemed appropriate for our state of mind.
A Father’s love
I knew you long before we met,whispering words of endearment, caressing you to sleep and holding you awkwardly at peace.
Your mother lay exhausted with the sweat of childbirth all around, but my eyes beheld an awesome sight though wrinkled and with a frown.
Scent of a Man
She checks the answering machine as soon as she enters the house, something she’s done for more years than she can remember, hoping against hope that he will finally call, and she can be happy again.
Trying to absorb his scent from his clothes, she sniffs and sniffs until her nose feels raw, and then the crushing reality once again slams her upside her head, and crushes her heart: Her son is dead.
Zombie flash-mob devastated by surprisingly well-prepared mental patients.
Tragedy marred an otherwise peaceful and routine zombie flash-mob in Vancouver, BC, when a troop of heavily armed schizophrenics laid waste to the costumed celebrators with guns, torches, and clubs.
Said police, this is what comes of crying wolf.