Humor
The kind sergent
Juanita, she always loves to drag me to the movies, look to see all those war movies. There are always some very handsome guys who happen to be hit by bullets, and the location of the bullet is always very understanding, not hitting the face or something, and then they always talk about not being able to die for half a day, and must urge their comrades to help them convey their love to the girl back home before they can, and this girl usually has a serious misunderstanding with the dying soldier at the beginning of the movie, and this misunderstanding is about what the girl should wear to the school dance. Either you have to give the slow and handsome guy a lot of time to pass on the important documents he took from the enemy general to his comrades, or he has to explain well before he dies what this whole film is really about. In the meantime, there are a lot of very handsome guys, that is, those of his comrades, who have a lot of time to see this most handsome guy die. There is nothing to see next, anyway, there is a guy who happens to have a military horn on hand, and then takes his precious time to blow his funeral horn. The next picture is the dead guy's old home, the crowd may be up to a million people, including the mayor and the dead guy's parents and his girl, if you're lucky, the president will also come, anyway, everyone around the guy's coffin, speech, handing out medals, all dressed in mourning clothes look better than normal people dressed up to go to a party.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
Leonard K. Cat Gets A Bad Case of the HairBalls
It was a bright sunny spring day and the therapy cats were having a meeting. ’’Attention all therapy cats as you all know I have had a bad case of the hair balls, so that’s why I created The Therapy Cats Hair Ball Ray,” said Leonard K. Cat. ’’With it I will give every living thing on earth a bad case of the hair balls, thee only problem is we need a lot of hair for it. So the therapy cats robbed every wig store and every place that sells hair ball medicine and went back to the hospital.
By Jmjulius15 Jay4 years ago in Fiction
The forest on the highway
Cold moves through the world in a thousand forms, in a thousand ways: at sea like a herd of stampeding horses, in the countryside like a swarm of swooping locusts, in the city like a sharp knife cutting off the road and burrowing through the cracks into unheated homes. That night, the Markovados used up the last of their firewood, and the whole family, wrapped in their coats, looked at the small charcoal fading in the heater, and with each breath, clouds of mist rose from their mouths. No one spoke again, the clouds spoke instead of them: the wife exhaled long clouds as if sighing, the children seemed to concentrate on blowing soap bubbles, and Markovado jumped and gasped towards the sky, as if a fleeting moment of inspiration.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
