Writing assignment #1: An Unforgettable Moment
The room was hollow and empty, save for the handful of people loosely huddled near the front. The light in the room was bleaching and life-zapping, made more torturous by the flickering bulb in the far right corner. The hum of the air conditioning drowned out the sounds of the living. This wasn’t a place for life, anyway. After all, the room’s focal point was the cremation chamber.
The chair I was sitting on was hard and uncomfortable. But I didn’t mind it much. I was busy thinking. Remembering.
She kept the greeting cards my sisters and I gave her for her birthday. A
Blue is the stupidest color that ever existed.
Blue is a lonely color.
Blue is a quiet color.
Blue is a sad color.
It could've been any color on the wheel but it chose to be blue.
It could've been passionate red, coloring the world vivid. It could've been happy yellow, coloring the world bright. It could've been grass green, coloring the world afresh. It could've been royal purple, coloring the world in majesty.
But it chose to be blue. And stay blue for all eternity. It's a stupid color to choose to be so lonely, quiet, and sad.
But it's the color of calm oceans and gentle seas. It's the color of the clear noon sky. It's the colo
Writing assignment #1: An Unforgettable Moment
The room was hollow and empty, save for the handful of people loosely huddled near the front. The light in the room was bleaching and life-zapping, made more torturous by the flickering bulb in the far right corner. The hum of the air conditioning drowned out the sounds of the living. This wasn’t a place for life, anyway. After all, the room’s focal point was the cremation chamber.
The chair I was sitting on was hard and uncomfortable. But I didn’t mind it much. I was busy thinking. Remembering.
She kept the greeting cards my sisters and I gave her for her birthday. A
Thor- Headless Love Angel by Artemis-Day, literature
Literature
Thor- Headless Love Angel
Five times Jane Foster fell in love that failed spectacularly, and one that (just barely) worked out.
Jane Foster is five years old and in kindergarten. Boys are yucky and gross and dumb, but she hasn't gotten the memo. His name is Billy Farrell. He has blond hair and blue eyes and he always wears a red baseball cap because his Daddy's favorite team is the Red Sox. Jane doesn't know anything about baseball, except that it makes her Daddy says words she is never ever supposed to say. That's what Mommy always tells her.
Jane really wants Billy to like her, but she isn't sure how to talk to him. Her dream is for them to get married and s
On the night of August 5th, it was raining. Anyone else would have been disappointed. Who wants rain on a perfectly good summer day? But to the figure cloaked in black, who walked up a small, lonely hill, the raindrops were nothing short of a godsend. They fell hard and heavy, providing her extra camouflage. No one, not soldier or civilian, would be seeing her tonight, and it was just as well.
She ascended on steps made from decaying wood, with weeds growing uncontrollably every which way. The place hadn't been cared for since the start of the war, and she always told herself
I don't dream much. Practic'ly not at all. But when I do dream, they're usually weird and twisted.
Last night I dreamt I was at a family friend's party at this warehouse. The place was packed with people all trying to have a good time. I was trying to have a good time too, but the quantity and the quality of the people there was just too annoying. I was getting angry. For some reason, I really just hated everyone there.
Then a little girl of around 3 was bugging me to go play hide and seek with her. I told her we were going to play a different kind of hide and seek. I told her to look for something I hid in the freezers. I took her there an
You: I'm Bridge.
God: Bridge, nice to meet you! Are you a man or a woman?
You: Biologically, I'm a girl.
God: Do you want to continue talking about Lizards?
You: But we weren't talking about Lizards.
God: Great! What kinds of lizards do you like?
You: I dunno, I haven't really thought about it. And you?
God: Me either. Me either. And I what?
You: What kinda lizards d'ya like?
God: What kinds of lizards d'ya like are there?
You: Beats me.
God: Me either.
You: So God, are ya a girl or a boy?
God: So what? That's me. I am male.
You: Are you gay?
God: AI am not really interested in sex.
You: Oh. Do you masturbate?
God: Aha.You hu