So many emotions.
Don’t want to say goodbye.
And now, another Tiny Story.
15 mins of laughter or giggles equals the benefit of 2 hours sleep @ lovesocial (Taken with instagram)
Not essays or anything. Just fictional things. Mostly intros to what could be long stories. I used to enjoy it very much. I took summer classes for writing. I would keep a notebook where I would write all my stories in. Not that they were any good or anything. But it was just a hobby.
I saw something on Tumblr the other day, on Ray’s blog. Here. It made me inspired to get back into writing. So I guess I’m back to writing stories. Maybe something more meaningful now. Who knows where it’ll take me.
The best Amazon reviews possibly ever: Buyers review the Bic Pen.
My favorite:
Worked fine with my right hand, but when I came to use my left hand my writing came out looking like the work of a complete imbecile. I can only assume Bic have created a right-handed only pen, and would caution left-handers to “try before you buy”.
“While this pen is functional and easy to use, a downside is it only supports one default font (that appears to be user specific?). I have tried multiple times to access Helvetica, Times New Roman, Impact etc. to no avail… I don’t even see any input buttons.
The default font is pretty shoddy looking, resembling Comic Sans.
An update would be appreciated Bic!”“This pen has been a wonderful investment. Previously I used to write ransom notes in my own blood, but the constant fainting meant all my kidnap victims got away. And cutting letters out of newspapers was useless because there were never enough zeros. But now with one of these little beauties to demand money, my dungeon is far tidier and I’m making out like a Somali pirate.”
xD. wtf is this trolling goldmine
He wasen’t even sure if she really existed.
He lied in bed, grasping the pillow, silent in room of matter, but yelling in a room of mind. It didn’t take much to think of her face. Her cream-like skin reflected the soft glow of the overcast sky as her eyes mimicked the cool tone of fresh winter mint. He envisioned her hand lightly holding a coffee mug, with the other exploring the waves of her auburn hair.
Who is this girl?
She stood up from her office chair, making her way to his direction. She stared into his face, a stare of a wolf stalking prey, and whispered words in his ear.
As he noticed the smell of a coffee-hinted pine tree flourishing out of her body, her words sifted passed his mind, leaving behind grains of irrationality and fantasy.
And just like that, she was gone from his world.
