thoseofus
If mermaids could be real, what else could be real? She thought to herself.
It had been a beautiful summer day on the coast and while snorkeling she had felt something brush her foot. Right there, just RIGHT FUCKING THERE in front of her was a mermaid, covering her mouth to hide her undersea laughter.
God, the girl thought, I must look like one goofy-ass creature to her.
It had been six years since the man had learned how to use clouds as a reliable building material and he could not be happier. Living his days about the earth with his family and friends were magical, beautiful.
Hearts Aloft, he called the community. And theirs were. Never again could they go back to living with their feet in the dirt, wondering if the clouds would open up on them.
Why had he untied the balloon? Well, the obvious answer was because it was the largest damn balloon he'd ever seen.
The better question was, why had he held onto the rope?
The air was getting thin. but on the bright side...
The view was positively amazing.
I think you hit the nail on the head yesterday when you said "If this is a fight to you, then we've had like, a million fights."
I was totally blown away by that. It was a definite moment when I realized how incredibly differently we had been raised, and what was acceptable in our families and lives.
I'm a patient man, but you're an angry woman.
They sprawled out on the ground, breathless. It had been a long run for the two old friends and they were beat. Lying there listening to the autumn wind blow through the trees and feeling the grass tickling their backs was glory to their senses.
Finally they got up, stretched, and started the long walk home.
This rain tastes like hate, he thought to himself.
Salty, awful, choking, mind-numbing hate. It poured down and down, trickled down his throat, infiltrated his mouth and eyes and infected him with anger.
Maybe. Maybe he was turning it into hate as it hit his skin.
It was the most amazing creation the scientist had ever made! Tonight, he would finally earn his place among the gods of intellect for having created his masterpiece!
The next day, while bragging, somebody told him that tofurkey was already a thing.
Something didn't make sense to the boy.
Cats simply weren't supposed to speak.
But this one had. It had sauntered right up to him and launched into a long life lesson so profound and so simple that the boy had been pondering it for hours.
Now, he thought, I guess it really is time to go live my life to its fullest.
As the zombies circled closer, the man realized that his wife was completely insane.
"Are you serious??" He yelled. "This is no time for passion!"
"If not now, when?" She screamed back. "I'm tired of living half a life!"
Watching the fighter in the ring, Michael couldn't help but be stunned by the sheer grace and artistry of his style. It was like seeing a movie in HD for the first time. It was as amazing as the first experience he'd had with a girl back in summer camp.
This guy was good.