Mr Greg’s book addiction? It’s beyond his family. Thousands in his house, everywhere. The bedroom has so many books that his wife has been pushed out. Greg says he needs them all. His kids think it’s weird. The weirder part is, Greg hardly reads them. The weirdest part? the books are insured.
She dived into the sea. But, the farther she swam, the farther her daughter appeared. Fainting, she felt a hand pulling her to the shore and resisted feebly while her tears mingled with the vast blue sea. Two years had passed, yet, she couldn’t save her drowning three years old.
BEN OY – *LEFT BY EX.*LEFT WIFE FOR EX*MARRIED EX*LEFT BY EX AGAIN*TWO FAILED MARRIAGES*TWO CHILDREN. SACKED FOR NON-PRODUCTIVITY *DEPRESSED*LONELY*COMES OUT ONLY FOR DELIVERY…
Ben hurried up, drove the tickled readers away, yanked the ten posters off the trees, and wished he exploded with hate for his ex and idiocy.
“I see chains around your ankles son.
For while they labor
You live in their house
Sit in their couch
And watch their TV
When you’re done
You eat their food
And stretch on their lawn
“Grandpa! They’re my parents”
And Mark welcomed insomnia until he moved out.
The fancy lights above jiggled as every other thing shook. Screams followed, then pitch darkness. He could neither move nor speak. His wife lay by his side, very still. In vain he struggled beneath against the rubble. “Anyone there?” He heard those voices but wept when they faded away.
Continue with a moment of silence for those who lost their lives in any kind of natural disaster. We remember them all.