the girl who said fuck frequently walked on a cobblestoned road embraced by trees. the last of few.
the man who had just been given a seven minute long motivational speech of the Most Outstanding Quality blinked. the Speech Giver, a presumably wise, interesting-smelling old man on the skywalk by the station, had disappeared.
she sat in the rickety purple train with nothing but a yellowing photograph, a bar of chocolate, and a dream.
“Tell us something special about you” (compulsory essay question)
The king of the whole world was perplexed. He had lived on obliviously through the drought, flood, and famine that ended with obesity rates soaring.
“This is a code red emergency, you had better be taking me seriously.” my boss was shouting his lungs out.