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Something's Wrong Up There"door opens"
Angel #1: Hey, come in here, look!
Angel #2: Wow! So this is the control room?
Angel #1: Looks like it! Hey I wonder what this does?
Angel #2: Well, let's see!
Angel #2: I wonder what this monitor does?
"screen follows a man who finds a $100 bill"
Angel #1: Good for him.
"angel #2 presses yet another button"
"screen appears to shake when both realize they just made an earthquake"
"they watch as part of a building falls"
Angel #1: Didja see that?!
Angel #2: Yeah! That guy just went splat!
"door suddenly crashes open"
God: What in the he- I mean what in heaven's name are you two doing?!
Both: Uh, nothing.
God: I just got a call from St Peter. Someone unexpectedly died just now, and then I come here and I see you two messing about in the control room. Think of what you just done. Not only have you saddened the lives of those close to him, but this is going to cause a psychological ripple that not even I can control. Tha
Just Over the HillDad: And that is how you make pepsi!
Son: Really? Is that all there is to it?
"sound of revving engine"
Son: Dad! Slow down!
Dad: What? I'm just having a bit of fun.
Some time later...
"engine stops running"
Dad: This looks like a good place to rest!
Son: Why here?
Dad: It's as good as any other place and besides it's only gonna be a few minutes before we're back on the road!
Son: No, really why a hill?
Dad: It has a great view!
Son: Of what?
Dad: I dunno. Well c'mon!
The sound of plodding feet approach the top of the hill and discover a single, lonely tree on top.
Dad: That's good. It can shade us from the - oh. Looks like a storm is coming.
Son: We better get back in the car then.
Dad: In a couple of minutes. Just enjoy the view.
Son: It's quite nice.
Dad: Yes. Yes it is, isn't it?
Son: All around the mulberry bush, the rabbit chased the weasel. The rabbit thought 'twas all in-
Dad: What the hell are you doing?
Son: Singing a nursery rhyme.
Dad: I know tha
Closed EyesI see them all the time. They don't seem to fit in with the rest of the crowd. It's probably because they don't. There are different ones all the time everyday I go to work waiting in the subway station. They keep repeating "we mean you no harm"and "we just want a word with you" all the while asking questions but nobody listens. The people walk past them without noticing, despite this however, they walk away appearing satisfied.
What their purpose is I do not know. All I know is that they wear strange clothes and use unusual devices. They also look just like us. They wear baseball caps or toques, sometimes dress shirts are worn, other times T-shirts, though they proclaim unknown logos, I don't know what to call it but it looks like a hooded robe without the bottom half which honestly frightens me a little, They wear anything from slacks to strangely textured blue pants and most of them wear what looks like sports footwear. I know nobody else who wea
The Panic RoomA human woke up and stayed in bed just to relax. The person closed their eyes and thought about the day ahead. Our protagonist then got up out of bed and felt around for the light switch but couldn't seem to find it. This person noticed that the wall felt different, it almost felt like concrete and he couldn't see anything, not even his hand in front of his face. His hands started along the walls feeling for any break, for windows or doors, for anything but all he felt was the cold, unforgiving granite.
At first the man tried to deny it. That this was simply just a dream and that he could wake up any moment he wanted to. The guy got back into bed, slid the blankets over himself, and shut his eyes tight. A few minutes passed by and he reopened them hoping to see his wife beside him and the sunlight illuminating him from the window, but it was not to be.
At this stage, Christopher McLaughlan started to panic as thoughts of terr
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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