Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by putting in a

lump on the top of her head. It didn't really work although it was a valiant
attempt. While most people simply noticed the tangled mess on top of her head, what
most people failed to understand that within the tangles mess was an entirely new
year. That was her secret. She kept worlds on top of her head.
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning to get grumpy in the
back seat and if they didn't find them food soon, it was just a matter of time
before they were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing this, the solution
wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a different opinion on where the best place to
eat would be with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others. It seemed to
be an impossible no-win situation where not everyone would be happy no matter where
they decided to eat which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a decision needed
to be made and it needed to be made quickly.
He heard the song coming from a distance, lightly floating over the air to his
ears. Although it was soft and calming, he was wary. It seemed a little too soft
and a little too calming for everything that was going on. He wanted it to be
nothing more than beautiful music coming from the innocent and pure joy of singing,
but in the back of his mind, he knew it was likely some type of trap.
At that moment, she realized that she had created her current life. It wasn't the
life she wanted, but she took responsibility for how it currently stood. Something
clicked and she saw that every choice she made to this point in her life had led to
where her life stood at this very moment even if she knew this wasn't where she
wanted to be. She determined to choose to change it.
It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change
his hold on it so many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for
the life of him, tell whether he held the sheep right side up, or upside down. But
that point was decided for him a moment later by the animal itself, who, with a
sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave a grunt of
anger and disgust.
The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours before
and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question now was whether
or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see why it had moved. The
answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped the package into the mailbox so
he would never have to see it again.
There are different types of secrets. She had held onto plenty of them during her
life, but this one was different. She found herself holding onto the worst type. It
was the type of secret that could gnaw away at your insides if you didn't tell
someone about it, but it could end up getting you killed if you did.
The time to take action was now. All three men knew in their hearts this was the
case, yet none of them moved a muscle to try. They were all watching and waiting
for one of the others to make the first move so they could follow a step or two
behind and help. The situation demanded a leader and all three men were followers.
She put the pen to paper but she couldn't bring herself to actually write anything.
She just stared at the blank card and wondered what words she could write that
would help in even a small way. She thought of a dozen ways to begin but none
seemed to do justice to the situation. There were no words that could help and she
knew it.
They had made it to Las Vegas, wide-eyed and with so much hope and energy. They had
planned the trip for more than a year and both were so excited they could barely
control themselves. They still hadn't realized that Las Vegas promised a place
where dreams come true, it was actually the place where dreams came to die.
The time had come for Nancy to say goodbye. She had been dreading this moment for a
good six months, and it had finally arrived despite her best efforts to forestall
it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep the inevitable from happening.
So the time had come for a normal person to say goodbye and move on. It was at this
moment that Nancy decided not to be a normal person. After all the time and effort
she had expended, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
He slowly poured the drink over a large chunk of ice he has especially chiseled off
a larger block. He didn't particularly like his drinks cold, but he knew that the
drama of chiseling the ice and then pouring a drink over it looked far more
impressive than how he actually liked it. It was all about image and he'd managed
to perfect the image that he wanted to project.
She closed her eyes and then opened them again. What she was seeing just didn't
make sense. She shook her head seeing if that would help. It didn't. Although it
seemed beyond reality, there was no denying she was witnessing a large formation of
alien spaceships filling the sky.
At that moment he had a thought that he'd never imagine he'd consider. "I could
just cheat," he thought, "and that would solve the problem." He tried to move on
from the thought but it was persistent. It didn't want to go away and, if he was
honest with himself, he didn't want it to.
He was an expert but not in a discipline that anyone could fully appreciate. He
knew how to hold the cone just right so that the soft server ice-cream fell into it
at the precise angle to form a perfect cone each and every time. It had taken years
to perfect and he could now do it without even putting any thought behind it.
Nobody seemed to fully understand the beauty of this accomplishment except for the
new worker who watched in amazement.
One foot in front of the other, One more step, and then one more. Jack's only
thoughts were to keep moving no matter how much his body screamed to stop and rest.
He's lost almost all his energy and his entire body ached beyond belief, but he
forced himself to take another step. Then another. And then one more.
Although Scott said it didn't matter to him, he knew deep inside that it did. They
had been friends as long as he could remember and not once had he had to protest
that something Joe apologized for doing didn't really matter. Scott stuck to his
lie and insisted again and again that everything was fine as Joe continued to
apologize. Scott already knew that despite his words accepting the apologies that
their friendship would never be the same.
Stormi is a dog. She is dark grey and has long legs. Her eyes are expressive and
are able to let her humans know what she is thinking. Her tongue is long, pink, and
wet. Her long legs allow her to sprint after other dogs, people or bunnies. She can
be a good dog, but also very bad. Her tail wags when happy or excited and hides
between her back legs when she is bad. Stormi is a dog I love.