Okay, so it’s been awhile since I posted. But now that the semester is over, I hope to be posting more often.
Saw this link on Facebook yesterday.
So, I decided to write my own and I ask you to add some of your own as well in the comments!
It wasn’t the noise that woke me up, but the fact that I sneezed. I could smell the sawdust falling on my face and then heard the noise of the saw from the ceiling.
The steaks were each branded with a name: Joe, Amy, Stan, Lori. He was glad he had received the grill branding iron for his birthday since it made it so much easier to see who tasted better.
I hate it when the neighbor wakes me up by starting his chainsaw at 8 am. It’s even worse now that I’ve moved to a highrise.
I never realized that the old cliché, “eat your heart out” could be true…That is until he proved me wrong! My last few beats coincided with the look of ecstasy on his face.
I re-checked the calendar and it was true. Classes start tomorrow.
Okay, that scared me.
My cat brought his tribute to the porch and meowed. When I opened the door to admire, my husband’s dead eyes stared up at me.
Halloween had never been Max’s favorite holiday. In an hour when darkness fell, scores of thankless kids would run screaming through the neighborhood, they’d bang on his door and stomp off carelessly through his late wife’s azaleas. This year would be different though, he thought with a smile, as he brought two large bowls of chocolate to his chair near the door and reached for the hypodermic filled with syrupy liquid.
The children laughed and sang as they playfully gathered kindling among the sycamore and elm. In the distance, horses hooves clacked on cobblestone as the prison cart bumped along, the woman, her face half hidden in the tangled mess of her hair, pleaded with a hooded man for a quick death.