pinkdogsfly
5 hundred 25 thousand 600 minutes, 525600 moments so dear. 52600 minutes.
How do you measure- measure a year?
I sometimes feel like I'm prisoner of my own thoughts. Holding myself back because of words like, "improper", "crazy", or "uncouth". But today, I'm breaking out.
I sat on the park bench alone, frightened. This was a tough neighborhood. Scary, actually. My ride wasn't here and should have arrived hours ago. I see a man flashing gang signals to a man across the street. My pulse quickens.
She slid by in her truck, "Hey ya'll" she said coolly. I rolled my eyes. What does she want from my friends? Our lunch? I'm sick of her attitude, she thinks she's so "cool". "Just hoping you would accept this, I'm sorry." she said. I was shocked. She handed me a check. Out of shock, I checked if it was fake...it's legit.
When I walked in, I never thought of what I would be doing. Future is always changing. When you think of yourself in five minutes, you can never be sure of what you're doing. You have to apply your basic knowledge with the knowledge of ever changing possibilities.
"Sir, you can't possibly," I started. "Just did." the shadowy figure stated with a tone of content revenge in his voice. I cried out, staring at the picture of my aunt. He tapped my back slowly, "Oh but that's not all," he gestured to another lever on his controls. "No!" I screamed, "That could destroy everything!" He slowly pulled the switch as flames burst into the air. I sobbed as I was thrown into the air and the room's temperature rose.
The sound surrounded and filled the room. I gently close my eyes, my head dancing and swaying to the quiet beat. What a beautiful melody.
Goldilocks was taking a stroll down the park when she found herself being chased by a troll. She ran into the closest building which happened to be the 3 bears' home. She went inside to find three bowls of porridge of various sizes.
The boy was walking endlessly through the maze. Where was the exit? No resort was to be found. He needed water. Something ahead shimmered in the sunlight. He bent down. A compass? Worthless. Wait? A compass! His life was saved! He raced towards the exit with a strong sense of direction and relief.
I shriveled my body up into a small corner, waiting for them to just leave me alone. "Go!" I shouted with an uneven tone in my voice. The girl immediately left. However the boy took, a little longer. I told him to leave once more, and he did. I loosened my muscles and stretched across the floor. All I could do is cry.
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