“Sorry, I can’t do this any more!” “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore? What is THIS, you can’t do?” “Umm…” “I really think you need to cut back on watching the soap opera’s and reality TV shows and get back to work.” “Ummm…” “Ummmm….what? Jerry? I have no idea what you are
Eddy was whining again, Mary just wasn’t having it this time. He had fallen off his bike again and Mary was tired of constantly having to toss him back on again. “What is wrong with you? This is meant to be fun, I am out of here!” Mary picked up her bike and just as
Henry was awoken for the umpteenth time by the sound of metal grazing upon metal. He tried to block it out by pressing his palms against his ears. It didn’t work, he frustratedly yanked his duvet and covered his head, pulling out one pillow from under his head and smothering himself with it. No luck.
I was on my way to the supermarket, when a gentleman passed me with a t- shirt which had a message on it which made me laugh, but it had some truth to it; “Don’t grow up, it’s a trap!” By the time I was 15 years old I thought I had it all figured
“You are slim fit now, I see, oki med chiemo?” Aluoch shrugged and sighed as she peeled the plate off the table to serve herself. She had lost her appetite. Her Aunt Jane had been giving her back handed compliments all afternoon. She stole a glance at her Mother with the, “I told you so,”
Anna listened to the closing credits of another episode of “Patriot Act”, the screen went white and the Netflix logo beamed on the screen. She shut her laptop and sadness overwhelmed her. She sat up from the couch and with a heavy sigh lifted her laptop and walked to her bedroom, her head hung. She