Showing posts with label remember. Show all posts
Showing posts with label remember. Show all posts

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Miserable Grimace

One time, she had made me laugh so much I was still clutching my stomach for an hour afterward. It was over a paperclip. Now normally you wouldn't find such ordinary stationery objects funny at all, and in all seriousness, they're not. At times though, the most bizarre stories can come out of these everyday objects, and you and your friends will turn silly over them. This was one of those times. Thinking back, all I could do was let out a miserable kind of grimace. Whoever said remembering the good times was beneficial, was wrong.

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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

You're Sure

Of all the times you swiped on and off the bus, on and off the train, there has only been a handful - six or seven? - times officers have checked for tickets all year. Now, the one time you're unsure whether you swiped on or not, distracted by taking photographs at the station for your university assignment, here they are. You think you swiped on. You're 90% sure you did. You always do. Now you're paranoid, petrified as you take your seat at the opposite end of where the ticket officers are. They don't look like they're moving your way, but you know they will. You keep telling yourself you swiped on. You're 80% sure you did. You can't sit there for fifty minutes wondering. You need to know now. You can't remember. You're 75% sure you did.

They never came and checked.

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Never Forgotten

Her mouth wore a happy smile, with bright brown eyes that lit up her face. But it was all fake. On the inside, she was crying. Crying as she hugged the girl for what she knew would be the last time in a long time. It had to come one day, right? Toys get old and forgotten, even ones as loved as she was. She was thankful, she supposed, that she would remain with someone of her best friends, but the shelf was so high up, and it was a tight squeeze. Mummy, she weeped. She wasn't the only one crying on the inside, but she knew she would never let such toys be forgotten. No, they would be remembered, forever. And if in text, then so be it. They were the ones that made her life fun, and it'd remain that way.

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