How long is hell? Those are the kinds of questions you ask when you're trapped. When you're trapped on an airplane, sandwiched between a plump grandmother who won't stop asking you questions about your love life, and a bratty ten year old who constantly snickers and gives the attractive flight(more) attendant, who thinks this punk is your kid, hell. Gross. When you're stuck at the neighbor's barbecue because your wife is secretly in love with Mr. Ross, the husband of her best friend. What a cliche. Grow up already. When you can't get out the life that you've created for yourself: the beautiful, rich wife, the two beautiful offspring, the ostentatious McMansion with the manicured lawn that glitters beneath the sun, the sensual grad student who you chose as a mistress, the tawdry Euro trash who you chose as your back up mistress, that blonde Swede who exudes heroin chic even though it is no longer the 90s that you found at that brothel your buddies took you to as a joke for your 40th birthday. All that money created a terrible fucking illusion. And you can't wait to get out. But hell is long. So you bide your time. (less)
How long is this snake? We've only just met and he's acting like an arsehole. Judging by his demeanour I'd say about 2 feet. Overcompensating.
I'm at this club and this guy comes over with a friend and tells me to stop eyeing his girl. I try to diffuse(more) the situation as I wasn't sure what he was talking about but he continues to harass me.
As he looks ready to strike this snake dives in and starts acting all crazy and bites the guy.
The guy screams and runs off with his friend.
The snake says "You're welcome"
What a dick, taking credit for that victory.
"I had it covered" I say and the snake replies with "Buy me a drink"
I didn't have any intention to do so but I did sort of feel obligated...despite him being a cocky, snakey bastard. I ordered a snakebite and asked "What will you have?"
The snake replied "I'll have a Cobra"
And after he said that he made a face like people pull when they've just made a pun, or a really bad joke.
I stare at him blankly.
His face goes straight and he pulls the goofy 'I just made a joke' face again.
I just took my drink and walked off.
It was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard.
Ridiculous snakey bastard.
I looked out of the windshield from the back seat of our well-worn minivan. Mom looks tired, yet extremely tense. She gritted her teeth and clenched the steering wheel as if it was her last earthy possession. Mallory cried for her bottle from the seat next to me, as(more) Mitchel complained about the broken AC not being on behind me. I stayed silent, knowing that Mom was on her last leg. I finally spoke up after a while. "Where are we going? You never told us," I said. "You'll see," She said eerily, yet calmly. "Well, how long is it until we get there?" I asked. She didn't answer. We pulled into an old swimming spot that she had brought us to time and time again. No one really knew about it, and we had never seen anyone there. "Yay! Swimmy time!" Mallory cooed. Mom's glassy stare looked straight out the windshield. She failed to stop at where we usually park. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she drove us straight into the lake. The car quickly filled up to our necks. I frantically tried to pull Mallory from her car seat, but Mom had made sure that she was stuck completely. I yelled and cursed at her as she stood completely still, single tears rolling down her face. All light disappeared and I could no longer hear Mallory nor Mitchel's desperate cries for help. "We're here," Mom said. That was the last thing any of us heard or said.
How long is the fold that ceases to be,
Forward in mind and outside your being?
When you take up the silence of all things,
Bind them to your life and see how it sings.
Now walk or stagger over the hollow,
The torn, the stagnant, and those who(more) follow.
"I'm sick of winter." Edward sat with both his elbows in the window's frame, glaring out at the bluster of snow spiraling furiously past. "It's almost fuckin' April, this is goddamn ridiculous."
"Mm." Kenshin rinsed another plate in the sink, only half-listening, as Edward had been on this(more) rant since the end of February. "Despite popular belief, a switch doesn't flip overnight, Edward."
"No, but I bet if we ran that brat Frost out it would warm up around here real fast." Edward folded his arms and then slumped, dropping his chin to rest on his arms. "Would help if I could even see the bastard."
"I don't know why you can't, just about everyone else here can." Dishes went in the strainer, Kenshin hadn't opened the dishwasher in weeks - he wasn't sure what was in there, but it growled occasionally. "Unless you still think we're making him up just to mess with your head."
Edward glared at the faint reflection of Kenshin in the glass. "I refuse to discount the possibility."
"Yeah, that's definitely why you can't see him."
"Whatever, that doesn't negate the fact that someone needs to show him the door. I'm ready for the sun and the grass and the trees-"
"And the heat, and your constant complaining about how hot it is, that we need to turn on the air - and then the complaints about living in a refrigerator start." Edward lifted his head and actually turned the full force of his glare on Kenshin, who glanced back at him and smiled sweetly. "I still love you, though."
Edward grumbled to himself and dropped his chin back on his arms. "I'm just so sick of this never-ending winter," he said with a long sigh.
Kenshin nodded, and returned to the dishes. "Me too."(less)