ksisaithong
I left an anonymous donation on his funding page. After I hit "click", I bit my thumbnail, unsure of why I didn't just add my name. What was the big deal if he knew I had given money to his cause? Then again, what if he did and he thought it was kind of stalkerish?
The teacher wheeled the projector into the classroom and a hush ensconced the students. They all became antsy with anticipation...they waited for the lights to go off, when their spirits would instantly deflate into a state of relaxation and lazy watching. CRINKLE, SNAP, CRINKLE, CRINKLE, BRRRRROOOOOOOOM!
They called it "Johnson's Ward" which ultimately served to drive a wedge between The Ward and other neighborhoods due to the connotation that it was a secluded, clinical place for the mentally unwell.
The Hong Kong sky was a thick, alabaster cloud of smog. He glanced up at the reflective buildings, then down at his equally reflective watch. "CHIT!" he spat through gritted teeth. "LATE!" He reaffirmed his grasp on his briefcase and began jogging, then running, down the empty street.
Look at all of you! Waiting in dire anticipation. The silence in the final moments before the first spoken word is deafening. Palpable. I inhale a breath, on the precipice of a word. A WORD! I relish that you are all waiting with bated breath to hear what I have to say. My followers! My plebeians! My servants of the arts! Listen!
Oh the countless drunken nights of my college days. Although there were so many times that I had fun, I think there are so many women who are struggling with their self-confidence, and they get into a drunken stupor, and get themselves wrapped up in guilt and regret over a dalliance with some drunk, gross, fratty boy. But, experience, I guess! Except for that one time...
She inhaled the glorious scent of rosemary, roasted onions, and crispy-skinned chicken. "Mmmmm," she hummed. Her eyes closed in reverie as she imagined just how tasty her dinner would be.
The phone rang. She snapped out of her moment of bliss and walked toward the yellow phone.
He picked up his toothbrush and scowled...why does mine have to be so weak and hers is so strong? He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist. He loved the orgasmic pain that came from brushing his teeth and gums with a hard-bristled brush. He picked hers up, and began to scrub. FINALLY. His mouth felt bruised but clean.
When I was a kid, we used to have these plastic charm bracelets and necklaces. My sisters and I would always try and find charms that were the coolest or ones that expressed parts of our personality. For some reason, my sister Sarah always seemed to have the funnest ones. Charms with buttons, or charms that had some movement to them. I loved those.
Speaking of charm bracelets, I've wanted one for some time.