“Dont do unto others what you dont want done to yourself” she observed good-naturedly, shaking off the shells from her hair.
But just who did he think he was, pranking her like that? She had pranked him earlier this week because… because.. well, there’s a sentence ending in because, she laughed.
It was the best prank she ever pulled. Possibly, also the meanest. And the one that takes up the most space in my brain. Because, I believe it led to the death of Charlotte Lee. It all started with a road trip. And a can of tuna. And also, faux chrysanthemums. But that’s not the point. The point is she’s dead, becuase of this stupid, stupid prank.
I thought it was a trick
Your treat to me
I am speechless sick
Only leaving lost words
I ship them out to sea
Floating patiently to shore
But my message melts to sand
And I can not seem to keep my
Head above water I’m dreading the
Day I sink I’m thrashing trying to trap
Air in my lungs my ankles feel like weights
I have been waiting for you to hear me
But I just keep fucking talking
And sometimes I don’t even know
If I’m saying things aloud or in my head
Sometimes i will ask a question
Clear as day
To the person next to me
And they just literally
Do not respond
I don’t want to always have to yell
It was just a prank, telling them that he’d been arrested. Of course. I mean, he wasn’t the type of person to get arrested, right? How could they have believed him? What did that say about him, about what they thought of him? Did they really believe he was phoning from the police station, that he’d been caught exposing himself in the library stacks? They really believed that? Really?
Was it a joke
The way you loved me
A prank played upon a silly fool
Were your friends waiting to hear
The outcome of my tears
The ending of our years together
Was it pure jest
That you laid upon my feet
Filled with stars and rapture
And glittering promises to keep
I couldn’t breathe anymore. Something inside me was panicking and I was scared that I would lose my life. Their screaming and yelling stopped and rushed to my side, as if just realizing what they had done.
“It was a prank! I’m so sorry!”
Their hands rush to my face and I couldn’t remember what had happened next.
I’ve never done a really great prank. The closest I’ve come is rickrolling my friends into going to meatspin.com (do not go there). I used to send things like, “hey our school just recruited the #3 QB in the country” and send a link that looked like ESPN, only to have them get meatspun. It’s been years since I’ve gotten my buddy with that. I might try again soon.
The prank went horribly wrong. Adrian and Henry stood over Alice while thirty feet away, Michael held Alice’s hand.
It was just a prank.
That’s all it was, all it was ever supposed to be; just a harmless joke. Something they could all laugh about later, when they all sprawled on the floor of Jenna’s parents’ basement, drunk off cheap wine and even cheaper beer. Just another in a series of childish games that they’d been playing since they were actual children.
It was just a PRANK.
How’d it all turn out so wrong?
Slap him down
and keep it frank
catch ‘em off guard
keep it rank
it’s behind you
now it’s not
funny to someone
to the rest
destiny was not her friend. It seemed that every moment that passed, her face got redder and redder. Then the blood came out of her shoes. It was not much of a scare to her, but the others panicked and ran. The acid had eaten through the soles of her shoes, but the nerves had died long ago. She could not feel anything.
I’ll never forget the first time I realized how unnecessarily cruel people could be. It was middle school. The spring dance was in a few weeks, and all I wanted was for my crush to ask me. When he finally did, I was thrilled. I called it my first date.
He and his friends called it their best prank.
I think the best prank I ever participated in was when we papered a house during senior prom. It was a blast. I don’t know whose house it was but I know that I was having a blast throwing rolls of toilet paper into the trees and watching it land. And it was actually a pretty sight when we were done. I wish that I had a camera at the time, but the only memory I have is in my mind.
She didn’t really know too much about it. But Sally Jackerbsen knew a lot about the football uniforms, the new ones, that she helped pick out. However that was nothing, she said, compared to the cheer squad uniforms that were going to shut everyone over at Mount Holly up. Combined the whole stadium would be a sea of purple and yellow, dazzling audiences on Friday nights. We didn’t have many questions for her. She didn’t want the prank to delay the pep rally.
all the world’s a stage
and the stage is but a prank
pulled by the string-pullers
pulling your strings
as a puppet you dance across this stage
whether you be Romeo, Juliet, Polonius or just a page
boy when you’re around
I feel like it’s a prank
my feelings are doused
with doubt and lust
is but a prank
she didn’t mean for it to end up inflating into a prank, but she couldn’t help but go along with what her friends were doing. as a rather clean cut student, she was at first very apprehensive – you don’t want to pull jokes on your teachers, after all. but she was quickly assured that nothing truly bad would end up happening to them and they’d just be getting a quick laugh. no harm would be done.
up and down
back and forth
an everlasting battle
an exhausting ride
striving to scale the waves
or, better, to balance the middle ground
then, once again, falling to the whims of gravity
up and down
back and forth
as if to prank myself
into ever thinking I could gain control
and do I trap myself now?
or is it fate who’s on the line
maybe joke’s on you
ive made the choice
and choice means this life is mine