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The dryer thumped against the wall, as it had done every day for the past five years. I’d asked her to fix it but she still hadn’t even looked at the damn thing. I’d look at it myself but there’s no way you could get me into the guts of one of those things. TO be fair, I can’t blame her. Ever since we invented nuclear-powered dryers, it’s been difficult to do home repairs…

» Posted By henry On 02.28.2019 @ 3:04 am


ancient bones scatter as we push our way into the tomb. there’s no life left here. death hangs dry in the air, not heavy as it should be, but light and gaseous.

the bones here are those of the white man. the once majority annihilated in nuclear fire by their own hand. a symbol of our dark past – before we became Space Africa

» Posted By henry On 10.23.2018 @ 2:07 am


Beach is amazing. There’s sand everywhere. Sand is squishy! I really want to watch Finding Dory. Apparently it’s really good. But in my opinion, it sounds really sad… and I don’t like it already. I don’t usually go to the beach during the summer because I have classes everyday. It’s really fun when I went there though.

» Posted By Henry On 07.03.2016 @ 6:43 pm


Polo is a game. Polo is also a sport. Polo is played on horses. Polo is a comfortable, collared shirt. I have never thought about this, but I wonder if someone has ever played polo wearing a Polo. I imagine they have. I am currently bored and am watching The Matrix on TV so I’m not sure why I’m writing about polo. It also reminds me of polio, which is kind of sad.

» Posted By Henry On 12.15.2014 @ 9:15 pm


I doubt it.
She stared at me. “What did you say?”
“I said I doubt it. All of this stuff that happened, all the things we did together. I doubt you would make it three days without me.”

» Posted By Henry On 10.05.2014 @ 6:07 pm


“Time’s up!”
She glared at the top of my head, which was pointed at her as I finished writing my last sentence. I slowly brought my pen to the well worn surface of my desk, and looked up to meet her gaze.
“Here you are”
I stood, handing her the paper, and left her alone in the classroom.

» Posted By Henry On 10.01.2014 @ 11:35 am

“Time’s up!”
She glared at the top of my head, which was pointed at her as I finished writing my last sentence. I slowly brought my pen to the well worn surface of my desk, and looked up to meet her gaze.
“Here you are”
I stood, handing her the paper, and left her alone in the classroom.

» Posted By Henry On 10.01.2014 @ 11:32 am

“Time’s up!”
He looked up from the desk, slowly bringing his pen down to the well-worn surface. Meeting his teacher’s gaze, he saw that she wore one of amusement. Looking around the room, he realized that he was the last student remaining, something which he had expected.

» Posted By Henry On 10.01.2014 @ 11:21 am


oak and willow sturdy, old. grow or burn. build. acorn? climbable.

» Posted By Henry On 09.17.2014 @ 3:28 pm


complexity means to be able to think out side of the box.

» Posted By henry On 09.09.2013 @ 10:49 am


I let go of my red balloon and watched in drift into the sky. It was magnificent. So much freedom with one miniscule act. It now gets to live the rest of its live soaring over the world; seeing some of the most fantastic sites ever. I envy my red balloon.

» Posted By Henry On 06.28.2013 @ 11:34 am


wafers are a type of biscuit that i never really liked that much as a child and havnt eaten that much since. you can get these pink wafer things that are chewier than the normal wafers, and theyre pretty good. you can also get some nice wafers that go in the top of ice cream, which is nice. but all in alll theyre pretty samey and i taste a bit boring. Also, why do they have to be so thin?

» Posted By henry On 05.22.2013 @ 4:09 pm


the was a barrel at the end of the gun just like the barrel ful of beer which the boys and i had drunk last night it was a messy night ending in me taking a woman to bed and finishing her off the bed had lion fur on and a wolves head that had been murdered that night It was a good night

» Posted By Henry On 01.02.2013 @ 6:12 am


flaky scrambled tree bark in a large forest full of elves who make cookies and willow trees that cry about lost canals in venice and striped shirts that bleed like a zebra in the rain if it were made of ink in the heart of the african savannah and i love you

» Posted By henry On 09.01.2012 @ 11:50 am


I love the smell of banks .I have heard stories that they are bad but they seem soo sweet and clean like nothing could go wrong

» Posted By Henry On 08.13.2012 @ 9:42 pm


a yellow straw, in my milk. it makes it tase sweet, i dont know why. my mom says that i shouldnt eat straw, it will give me fungus in my mouth, but i dont really care, with milk it tastes so sweet, i love it

» Posted By Henry On 06.13.2012 @ 2:38 pm


Leading the charge was the most timid, weak individual that you had ever laid eyes upon, but he did so with a ferocity displayed by the most seasoned of combat veterans.

» Posted By Henry On 05.26.2012 @ 8:05 am


a place where one does shit. ranging from sex to doing school work; a source of intelligence and fun, many things occur here simultaneously.

» Posted By henry On 04.15.2012 @ 5:16 pm


You are my lantern. You are my light. Without you, my whole world turns various shades of black. Light my sky, beautiful lantern, and I promise you I will never blow you out.

» Posted By Henry On 03.01.2012 @ 2:21 pm


patent pending they always go crazy about it one dragons den although it’s always patently obvious they are not going to get any cash.

» Posted By Henry On 11.09.2011 @ 4:28 am


I was just at the shop, looking for a light bulb. No, not a bayonet style. Screw in. No, the skinny screw in. Yeah, sort of like that. Got anything shorter?

Remember when all lights were created equal?

» Posted By Henry On 08.07.2011 @ 8:53 am


Some days I’m barely a manager. Managing is for folks with the resources to… well, manage. If I can’t manage, can I call myself a manager, whatever my job title might be?

» Posted By Henry On 08.04.2011 @ 1:08 pm


So level with me. Is this level of level on the level? How many ways can you say the word level?

» Posted By Henry On 08.03.2011 @ 3:54 pm


very bad for your health and should be outlawed all over the world cancer causer killer i hate that they where created

» Posted By henry On 07.16.2011 @ 2:18 pm


I don’t really get the point of this. Am I supposed to describe what i think beloved means to me? It doesn’t really mean much to me. It’s just one of those concept that the human race invented to make itself feel meaningful and intellectual.

» Posted By Henry On 06.12.2011 @ 12:36 pm


The old headmistress, though perhaps sexy in her day and age, reminded Henry now of a pathetic Sloth creature.

» Posted By Henry On 06.04.2011 @ 5:21 pm


I have a pet mole, who has the cutest mole on his cheek, however, my wife who does not like the mole with the mole on his cheek makes a great mexican dish called mole..thats mole with an accent on the E.

» Posted By Henry On 05.19.2011 @ 6:27 am


Curiosity killed the cat, so the saying goes. However, in writing killing one’s own curiosity stifles energy and creativity. Curiosity is an engine for the writer.

» Posted By Henry On 05.16.2011 @ 5:48 pm


I really don’t like styrofoam cups. I get this weird urge to nibble on the tops, where my lips meet the liquid. Is it odd for me to say this? I can;t think of any other way to try and explain the sensation. But when I bite into the cup, I hate to sensation of the gritty feel between my teeth. and when i go for another sip, I bite into it again.

» Posted By Henry On 04.22.2011 @ 6:52 pm


The audience was abundant. Thick and diverse they were. Staring back at me. I was cowardice. I was alone. The microphone and I were the only two, the only two who could rebuke the fiery stare of 5,000 pairs of eyes.

» Posted By Henry On 03.28.2011 @ 1:30 am

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