Time for another holiday family event. This time, ice cold beer and barbecuing will be the main event for today.
Surrounded by family and loved ones, it’s sure to be a fun time for all… except for the one person who didn’t want to even be there in the first place.
So many people can relate being dragged somewhere they don’t want to be…
“Yeah, and she told me she wasn’t going. Thus, I have no point in going.”
Nobody likes having to get up too early in the morning to do things; people like their sleeping time. Unfortunately, everybody will have those moments when they have to wake up earlier than usual to get something done.
But it’s even worse when you’re woken up early for something you never wanted to do nor had any interest in.
A Father and Son short drabble about one of the many “Rite of Passage” things to bring the sun into male adulthood.
People always go out to bars and clubs to have a good time with friends and loved ones. Lively music, lively people, and an exciting environment, the nightlife is one that draws people in for good times.
Sometimes, even the ones who have to provide the service for the bar can get swept up in the raging excitement. Alcohol flying off of the shelves, mistakes being made into regrets, the people of the night see it all.
And the person who gets to have the biggest influence in what happens at night are the bartenders. They’re the ones getting people drunk, after all.
A young man in a nice white button-up jacket with a black undershirt approaches the counter, “Jack on the Rocks, please.”
However, I do want to see if he’ll be able to hold it together under certain circumstances, mostly getting his ass handed to him.
I just want to get out of here. I’ve seen enough gore and grotesque scenes to last multiple lifetimes. How a virus can cause such devastation still boggles my mind.
And now I could be the next victim of the same virus. Locked in a room with Jack, a corpse, and a growing viral bomb, I don’t want to imagine what it would be like having to suffer like this.
But at the same time, dying would be the easy way out. And I don’t want to die.
I’ve finally reached my goal: The Black Void. I’ve traveled far and endured much, but I’m finally here. As much as I would like to avoid this incident, I sadly do now have a choice.
I must endure just a bit further before I can retire and retreat to my simple resting place.
I will make sure my engravings will not be in vain.
Armed with my white stick of power, I engrave sacred markings on it, moving as fast as I can. I can’t stand being in front of here.
Most people don’t always like to go into work on a daily basis. However, many do it because they have responsibilities, or just like having money to spend for things they like.
Regardless, there’s one thing that every job has in common no matter what kind of profession it is: they all have that one guy nobody likes.
Shaun’s own bitterness came back to strike with vengeance for those who suffered by his hand.
Nature’s always a pretty sight to behold. Catching it during the perfect moment can inspire anybody to just take a moment and think about certain memories about loved ones.
Relaxing in the daily sunset, watching the orange sun passing across the horizon is a photograph worth thousands of words. It’s even the perfect time to joke around.
“… Are you high, Rebecca? Because you sound so high right now.”
Patrick and I decided that tonight we should go out to get some drinks. After a long week inside of the office, staring at computer monitors all day, there’s no better way to unwind than to get drunk and go on long, endless rambles.
I expected that we would both have some of the usual wife tales and stories about our shitty childhood, but I felt like I was the one who learned something new tonight.
Patrick was more than just a muscle head.
Patrick lifted his shoulder to get a better look at his tattoo. It was a simple, but highly detailed depiction of a yin-yang symbol done with one fish being the white part and another fish for the black.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing special.”
Ever imagined what it would be like to have your very own talking bird a a pet? Having a nice little talking buddy with you in a room?
Now, what if instead of a bird, it was a Harpy that was roughly the size of a teenager and instead of talking, needed you for a favor? But hey, a Harpy is a kind of bird.
“Wait, are you sure that this is a good idea?”
“It’s the best idea I can think of right now. Obviously, if I was in a better situation, I wouldn’t be asking you do this for me.”
There’s a young girl who shines of gold who brings warm smiles to the faces of those who greet her. Time after time, she has no qualms about smiling for them.
One night, a sudden stranger approaches her and for some reason, she finds herself unable to smile for them.
When the young woman extended her hand to help the person up, she froze up when she saw their appearance.
Day after day, thousands of people believe that they have some kind of master, foolproof plan that can help them get rich with little to no effort. Very few actually put their plan into action and even then, many of them get caught and suffer the repercussions. For these two, they’re one of those people turned their plan into reality.
“I’m suppose to be a blind dude, idiot. I can’t see the door.”
Marcus gives me a light shove, “You’re not blind until we walk through that door.”
The green scenery of a forest is always a beautiful sight to one’s eye. However, just because something is appealing, it doesn’t mean it isn’t deadly; dangerous creatures live in the forest, and one in particular likes to hunt.
Seeing the well developed deer brings a small grin to the woman’s face. Beginning the hunt, the woman quickly latches to a nearby tree and ascends high into the leaves.