Mrs. Florentine set the table with two placemats and matching silverware -- one set for her and one for her husband. Just like normal.
"Hello, honey." She said without looking up. Her husband had just returned from his morning meeting for lunch. He smelled of cigarette smoke and(more) dirty rags. He did not bother to wash his hands. He scraped the chair against the floor until it bumped into the wall it was neatly set in front of, leaving yet another mark. Mrs. Florentine grimaced inwardly, but this was just like normal.
Stuffing his face with the steaming piles of gourmet dishes that his wife had so arduosly prepared for him (and herself, but that wasn't important), he spewed bits and pieces of food in every which way. But Mrs. Florentine knew that she would be able to handle the mess. She always could, and so she just sat down at the table and watched her husband wolf down plate after plate, just like normal. Except today would be different.
Soon after, he was ready to leave for his afternoon meeting to discuss the next step in making dog food more appealing to its consumers. But as he was heading out the door, tracking mud back outside, he suddenly felt ill. He held his stomach as pain shot through his intestines and into his chest.
we wake up before everyone else just to watch the sun rise above the pastel horizon, without the excessive noise of children dropping ice cream cones and the scolding that comes from their mothers afterward.
when we walk like no one else is around us, with a tunnel(more) vision so narrow we may as well have been living in sewers beneath the judgement-paved paths of our city, people turn to stare at these aliens.
what's alien to them is the fact that we aren't afraid of what they think. in fact, we revel in the side-glances we receive because it assures us we are utterly human -- nothing alien about us.
even in our own homes, we are seen as tourists, yet it's better that way. (less)
p is for the way you play your game
a is for how you act without shame
t , for the ties you wear with lies
h , for how you leave my hopes hanging --
e is for your ears, oblivious to my screams
t is for what we used to be: the greatest team
c is for all the pathetic crap you fed my turned eye
...where am i? (less)
precisely 7 minutes and 3 seconds before class actually starts, she sits down and quickly pulls out her notebooks, pencils, pens, markers, and lines them up in order of increasing wavelength on the visible spectrum.
slipping into the classroom right as the last bell is sounding, he sits(more) down and high fives his friends...but the zero property of multiplication states any number multiplied by zero equals zero.
i sit in the back because my teacher says that i have to "let others have a chance," and that i should "learn how to apply knowledge." well, i am applying physics concepts and mathematical properties, aren't i? (less)
Once, you asked me if I had any colored pencils, and I said that I did have colored pencils.
Then, you asked me if you could borrow my colored pencils and I said that you could borrow my colored pencils.
Twice, I asked if you still had my colored(more) pencils, and you said that you had lost my colored pencils. You didn't even bother because I saw them sticking out of your back pocket.
You know, I've taken a liking to crayons now... because I know now that I am the white crayon in a jumbo box of 64 crayons with a sharpener on the back.
No one can, or will even want to, use me anymore. (less)
Please, dear. Please read what I have to write because you surely aren't listening to what I have to say. Dear, I can't please you all the time so all I'm asking is that you please read this if it's the last time you will do anything for me.(more) Please. (less)