..being outside the Gaff and (almost) bumping into Kixie, who I haven't seen in a while and she was on crutches. I ragged her along the lines of that being what you get for lobbing petrol bombs at people! She'll get herself into trouble one day. Yesterday was a total Fail! I neither got to the Happy Funeral Party or Invocation. Still, a nice half-bottle of pinot noir kept me company as did ...
So I just quit my job at a small family-owned restaurant and I'm telling you the things people try to pull and get away with at these places. 18 inch extra large pizzas consumed and at the end of the meal when the waitress comes they tell them it was terrible and they want it for free when there was nary a complaint. Unsupervised children shoved to the end of a large table and given the sugar ...
T was surprised at the spelling of "Phrembah." He'd never seen it written out before. He thought it should start with an F and maybe not have an H at the end. See, we made that term up one night standing in his kitchen cooking dinner and talking about my vending machine business. I told him something about the financiers in Texas wanting a better accounting of our expenses and he said, "How is ...
...It's all right. I can help you." Something unexplainable wrenches at his heart, like it's known all along what was missing if he didn't. It sends a warm rush of relief through him, mixed at the same time with a kind of nervous excitement, and he crosses the room with certainty to pick up the phone and dial the number he remembered perfectly from the back of the business card Emma had given him.
... things that littered the world, love was all you needed. “ All you need is love .” And this time, it was Jay singing, simply because he wanted to believe it. The boy had almost nothing left and he had a lot less love than he had the week before, but as he looked at the girl next to him, he remembered that there would always some people that would love him. “ Love, love is all you need .”
...Fiction' and loving the story. It freaked me out, the premise is great, and Sturgeon is a great writer. May be it should be remade. +++++++++++++++++++ The story is about an alien ancient (I remembered it as alien, but I was wrong) being trapped in a pacific island possessing a bulldozer, and going about killing the people on the island. You should read the Sturgeon's story, probably after my...
... panic that welled up or ease the emotions that squeezed his dead heart. It didn't make the process any less painful, because, for all the knowing, somewhere in there, the part of him that remembered life and knew how fragile it was, became lost to dark possibilities. Sam wrapped his arms tightly around Dean as he held him, rolling them over so that Deans head and shoulders were pillowed by his ...
... entertaining, but ended up being pretty damn upsetting. This is basically just a junk post, a journal entry just for myself. It has no real meaning or depth, but I felt like writing out what I remembered of the dream. My parents were having a huge party at their house with lots of pets included for some reason. A whole lot of people were there, like Chris and Marissa and Duncan. I ran and ...
...eyes and handed the man his jacket. Jim was much shorter than Matt, so the jacket fortunately covered what it needed to cover. "What's the last thing you remember?" Matt said, and for just a moment, Mohinder remembered how much he liked Matt's 'cop voice.' Jim answered, "I was talking to this kid, who was checking out some scary stories - a lot of kids do at Halloween, right - and then I was ...
