“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.
“Depression is real. It’s like a thick cloud that refuses to ease up, it starts as a simple cover that doesn’t dissipate. It solidifies and drops like a boulder on your shoulders piercing into your mind and soul. It never seems to let up. There are moments it lifts after a series of exasperating heaves
Gunshots pierced the air, women and children scuttled like roaches across the city streets dodging bullets. An occasional scream of agony as flesh and bone was shattered by flying shrapnel and debris. A woman lay in the middle of the street, one leg was trapped underneath huge concrete debris, and her free leg was broken
“Henry! Are you at home?” “Yes Dad. Why?” “Turn on the TV to Citizen.” “What for Dad?” “Just watch it Henry!” “Fine!” Henry lets off with a sigh and hangs up. Henry reaches out to the coffee table for the remote. “What the hell is this all about this time?” he grumbled as he turned