Voting #: 4094
Petal by petal, the daisy faded into a single stem. Did he love me or did he not? With every pluck, I had hoped to find the answer. The discarded petals lay in question. Why was I trying to find the answer with this flower? He did not like Daisies.
A301933
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Secrecy: A Ruiner
Voting #: 4095
Brian's marrying Julia today.
While walking down the aisle, his sister uttered to her, " After killing three men, getting divorced, burning seven bridges and attempting suicide,
you are a true goddess to look beyond his countless flaws."
Julia devastating whispered, "Tell Brian to burn in hell, the goddess is leaving!"
A302174
Brian's marrying Julia today.
While walking down the aisle, his sister uttered to her, " After killing three men, getting divorced, burning seven bridges and attempting suicide,
you are a true goddess to look beyond his countless flaws."
Julia devastating whispered, "Tell Brian to burn in hell, the goddess is leaving!"
A302174
Where to Begin?
Voting #: 4096
Monica sat holding a pen and paper, the synapses in her brain palpitating for inspiration.
Her fingers, sweatily grasping her pen as she strenuously contemplated.
She was pondering while waiting to attack the slightest indication of a unique thought,
hoping to scribble it down.
Nothing was forthcoming, Monica wrote this instead.
A302174
Monica sat holding a pen and paper, the synapses in her brain palpitating for inspiration.
Her fingers, sweatily grasping her pen as she strenuously contemplated.
She was pondering while waiting to attack the slightest indication of a unique thought,
hoping to scribble it down.
Nothing was forthcoming, Monica wrote this instead.
A302174
Fun Ride
Voting #: 4097
There I was, driving, in a pretty, pretty car. The wind was in my face, tunes blasting so you can hear the bass. I drift around the corner. When I reach top speed, I start to slow down, I come to a stop. “Ride over…” “Mom, I need more quarters!”
A302055
There I was, driving, in a pretty, pretty car. The wind was in my face, tunes blasting so you can hear the bass. I drift around the corner. When I reach top speed, I start to slow down, I come to a stop. “Ride over…” “Mom, I need more quarters!”
A302055
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