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Spiteful Mildred Wilson
Laura Randall was thinking about Mildred Wilson again. Mildred was a spiteful animal with skinny fingernails and brunette arms.
Laura walked over to the window and reflected on her deserted surroundings. She had always loved pretty Liverpool with its kooky, klutzy kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel shocked.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a spiteful figure of Mildred Wilson.
Laura gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an arrogant, loving, wine drinker with blonde fingernails and curvaceous arms. Her friends saw her as a mashed, mutated muppet. Once, she had even brought a deafening kitten back from the brink of death.
But not even an arrogant person who had once brought a deafening kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Mildred had in store today.
The hail pounded like sitting ostriches, making Laura surprised. Laura grabbed a warped map that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Laura stepped outside and Mildred came closer, she could see the valid glint in her eye.
Mildred gazed with the affection of 5415 thoughtless black badgers. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Twitter followers."
Laura looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the warped map. "Mildred, I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.
They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two happy, high-pitched hamsters walking at a very remarkable snow storm, which had piano music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles singing to the beat.
Laura studied Mildred's skinny fingernails and brunette arms. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Laura in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Mildred."
Mildred looked healthy, her emotions raw like a regurgitated, ripe rock.
Laura could actually hear Mildred's emotions shatter into 4731 pieces. Then the spiteful animal hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Laura's nerves tonight.
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There, but gone.
Somedays, I really miss you. Somedays, you're all I think about; from the time I wake up, dazed and half asleep, you're the first thought in my mind. Then, the last little thoughts before I fall asleep are of you again. But sometimes, it kills me to say that there are days when your face, wrinckled with age, young with life, never pops into my mind at all. Not once. And it kills me because I know that every thought you had, every decision you made, was for me. For us. The four of us. I hate that I am here, breathing, standing, living, all because of you. And now you're gone. One mistake - one. One stupid idiot that didn't abide by the laws. One second to take you away from us. One heart that stopped beating last year. One heart that broke when we were told. I love you, you know that? Every day. Even when my mind isn't directed to your pathetic jokes and silly comments, even when i think of your awful driving and proud huffs and puffs, you're there. Part of me. Always. And when I laugh, you're there too, smiling down on me like the wonderful father you always have been, wanting me to be happy. And that kills me even more. I miss you, daddy. So much.
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He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible. And I guess now you are expecting me to say that the time had come for him to forsake his old habits and settle down, right? A good job, a nice wife, children, and a mortgage, right? Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind. Actually, I don't care that much for whatever it is that you call adult life. And yeah, you won't be the first one to bring it up, either. The Peter Pan complex, or something of the kind, right? Might be so, I am not adamantly opposed to the idea. But take a moment to think about it. Really? Do you honestly believe that this is the only way to live once you reach the "past-thirty" stage? Not only that, but, is this what you want your life to look like? Not me. Yeah, he had ten long years for himself, so what? That's what happens when you are 20, and it's kind of socially sanctioned. And now, he should stop because when you're 30 the playful part in you dies or something? Fair enough. I am not for ever lasting brainlessness, don't get me wrong. Not taking anything seriously just doesn't work right when bills start piling up on your kitchen table. But really?
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- Hilda Laubscher
They say green is the colour of envy. A greenish foul smelling goo comes to mind. But i think green is the colour of life. The color of spring, a new life. What would it taste like. I think green taste like a fresh strawberrry, a ripe melon, the water of a cool mountain spring. The smell of green would be like a crisp summers day. A day full of sunshine, full of life. A day marked by the laughing of children, lovers kissing in the morning sun, people of all ages, walking about, holding hands. Sitting on benches, discussing the meaning of love. Red is the colour of love, but i would think the colour of love is green. Green as the leaves of a new tree, green as the leaves of a new flower before it blooms into a beautiful red rose, or yellow daffodil. Green is the color for me. My favourite color, calming, tasty, the best of all worlds. My colour.
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Faggots and Pricks
Dear lord what is this world coming to? just randomly came across the instagram of that flaming faggot Conchita or whatever his/her name is. By no means am i prejudice against gays. But there is a very fine line between being gay, and being a complete fucking faggot. Bash on me all you want, but i speak my opinions and thoughts boldly. I have no problem with someone being gay and into guys. I just ask for them to not get near me or try anything because i will, knock them cold out. we get it, you like dudes. But is it really necessary to dress up like a clown, act like a girl, and promote your faggotry? No! This fucker goes around and preaches his faggot lifestyle. Uploading tons of disturbing images on instagram. Pretty much saying to everyone, especially young people of today that it is perfectly fine to go out and be a faggot. This is wrong on so many levels. I will never support such a twisted human being or a twisted lifestyle. Wherever i see this guy/thing, I will fuck him/it up. Thats a promise ive made to myself, and one that i will not break if i get an opportunity. This really is unacceptable and i hate anyone and everyone who supports such a thing, such a person. Give it a few more years, and this sort of faggotry will be a totally normal thing and looked at very positively, all the while ruining society. No hope
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Twisted and weird dream
This was one hella vivid and creepy dream. In my dream, I wake up from sleep around 5am and go to the smoke shop where i work. The weirdest thing happens; i see two girls at the shop, in the back room hanging out. Before even seeing them, due to their voicees, i made out that they were those sisters on that show "Sister Sister" on disney channel. I told them i was happy to see them and that i think theyre very cool people. After i said that, i proceeded to greet them, when one sister (oddly enough, she was a stunningly beautiful girl, completely different from the actual looks of the real twina), hugged me and started kissing my cheeks. After a few moments and some small talk, they left me some bud and went home. For some reason I am now in nothing but shorts and the shop isnt to open until 9am. I sat back, smoked a bowl and started watching tv when i heard the door opening. In came the owner of our shop. She quickly assigned me a few small tasks and also went home while her daughter stayed. After some time of hanging out, i decided to ride my bike a little and kill some time. I began heading down the street, and by this time, it was back to midnight (dreams right?), and it was for some reason a horrible ghetto i was in. I rode by people thAt were so shady. People were fighting, there were gunshots just a few streets away, people tried to jack me and kill me as i rode past. To avoid them, i pedaled faster and tried to manuever and dodge people as they tried grabbing me. Almost falling, i managed to get past a safe distance to stash my bike in some
bushes, and hide nearby til everything was calm. I stopped in front of a ghetto appartment complex, and went inside one of the homes. There was someone home, but they didnt hear or see me. Scared shitless and in a lot of pain, i searched their medicine cabinet for something to calm me down and relax me, but i was out of luck. The owner was starting their way towards where i was, so i quickly exitted the bathroom, then the house, grabbed my bike and fled. Im going down a very dark, very dirty and sketchy street and i remember thinking to myself; "ill be lucky if i ever find myself out of here alive." Soon as i say that, a guy yells at me to stop. I did not. I pedaled faster. Again he yelled for me stop, and once i was again a safe enough distance, i stopped for a sec to hear him out. He said that there was a guy who needed help and that he couldnt help him so i should. I said fuck no and as i started to pedal, saw the guy he was refering to. He was a very shady character and said that some drug dealers wrre giving him a hard time. Apparently, these guys were "mercinariers" out to clean the streets. I didnt buy it though because they were just too shady and too "gangsta." I told them that I couldnt help, and started to go on my way. The guy in need, said he bets im a cop. I reassured him im not, and he tried to grab me and throw me down but i somehow managed to escape that too. I sped my way back to the shop as these guys followed me. Of course, i lost them and got back to the shop. I sat down and began staring at the wall and just trying to process everything that had just happened. The daughter of the shop owner came inside the room, and said she has some medicine that will calm me down and make me forget this twisted experience. i Took a couple, and as i laid back to calm down, i was awakened by the ridiculously annoying cries if a cat right by my window. Now i am writing this experience down, while smoking a cigarette with my bbgun, just waiting for that fucker to give away its position so i can shoot it (bbgun wont kill it. It will however, teach it a lesson to never come under my window at 3 fucking AM and start crying like a cunt and disturb everyone on my block). I had to write this down so i can remember it because i always forget my dreams. So glad it wasnt real. So happy to be awake and in a sane state of mind, in the comfort and safety of my home, neighborhood and city. Peace, and stay safe everyone. Hope you enjoyed the read, and my weird ass dream sequence haha.
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To lie and screw
A few days ago as I was driving to work, i noticed a cop on my right side just driving beside me. A few lights later, i turn to the cop, only to see her doing what? Yapping away on her phone. This pissed me off. Surely if i were on my cell and a cop spotted me, i'd get pulled over, handed a piece of paper that says "fuck you, you will work hard and pay us or we will fuck you even harder." Frustrated and angry, i waved to the cop to lower her window. She did with a frown. I said to her, "you know you can't be on your phone while driving right?." After a very non sincere apology, she then said to me "look, because of you, i promise to never pull someone over or write a ticket for this." I said "sure," and drove off. I would be a fool to believe her. There's no doubt she lied. No doubt she's a liar. I have no doubt that even within these couple of days that she has written at least one ticket for talking on the phone while driving. To lie and screw is their modo.
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The end. The new start
This is the end of the line for me. I've hit rock bottom in 2013, and it took me a full year after my crash to dust off my shoulders, and give another shot at life. At success. The "sex, drugs and rock and roll" life has come to a halt. This is day one, and it is pretty hard. After years of such a lifestyle, coming to an abrupt finish and a new start, is hectic. It's scary and uninspirational. But it has to be done. Things have to change and i have to look at it positively and embrace all the changes. Both positive, and negative. This is my first fable and i wish to keep on fabling. This makes me feel good and takes some pressure off. Hope to make some friends, gain support, and give all that back to you guys here too. Best luck to me, and everyone else for that matter.