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Why have a schedule? It helps plan. It helps us fit into the short time we already have. But why not just do whatever? No--it doesn't work that way.
He delivered a punch to the face of the chancellor. It was a well deserved punch, one that so many people had been waiting on. It was "enough" in every language, it was "screw you" in every other language...
His cousin was a an all-around moron. Stupid in everything he did. It made him feel bad that they were related at all, but good that they weren't THAT related.
So I felt kind of stupid since didn't know what "dicuss" meant, but then I looked it up and figured it out I'm not the one who's stupid. So due to the spelling error, I have no real story to write. :)
Trees. Surrounded by trees. Each planted with the knowledge of generations. How much knowledge had been grown in that forest. And how much could be burned down with a single flame.
The sounds were indistinct, clouding Jerry's senses as he was inundated with noise and he began to feel dizzy...
The moon shone brightly that night. He wondered if someone was looking back at him from the moon, perhaps another, secret mission to the moon, and his view of the moon was matched by that person's view of the Earth.
The situation was bleak. There was nowhere to go. Even if she felt there was somewhere to go, there was nowhere to go. There would always be nowhere to go.
He walked through the park, the leaves on the trees rustling in an eerie way. It was eerie because he could only hear the rustling. That it was so silent that he noticed something that he would never notice at another time...
Max jumped out of the way as the beam came hurtling from overhead. He had nearly been crushed, taken out from above. He had looked in every direction before the ultimate impact--forward, down, etc, just not up...right where he hadn't expected.