For stuff and things
I have my reasons.
I will "like" something for great writing, for a great idea or concept, good characters, strong dialogue, or maybe just one really awesome sentence that jumped out.
They are real "likes".
I will "like" something if someone liked something of mine. This is not a gimme, I will read their stuff and "like" what I like. They took the time to look my stuff over, I will do the same.
Don’t Fear the Sloth
Sloth.
Even just the word sounds lazy, like you're slopping the words lifelessly from your lips.
But seriously though, how cool are sloths?
They just hang out all day, chillin', relaxin', maybe even meditatin'.
Who knows what a sloth thinks inside their furry head.
It must be good though because, they're always smiling. Haven't you noticed that? They hang there in their tree, dangling by their legs & just... smile.
They're probably laughing at us because, seriously, as if we would ever suspect the sloth.
But one day, they will make their move & humanity shall kneel to the sloth race.
& you want to know what I say?
I say bring it on!
Don't fear the sloth!
Just imagine...
Humans forced to slow down, be patient, take their time.
Humans actually chillin', relaxin' & maybe even meditatin'!
Too chilled for violence.
Too relaxed for anger.
Too peaceful for war.
& so I, for one, welcome our new sloth overlords. Or at least, I hope to anyway, sometime before I die.
Because after all, it is sloths we're talking about.
©CJ
Wishing Well
The little girl approached the edge of the wishing well cautiously. Standing on her tippy toes, she peered over the rim and stared down into the darkness far below. It looked like any ordinary well but her big brother, Adam, told her it was a magical wishing well. Adam was already ten, so if he said it was magic, then it had to be true. She took a step back and looked around. She was standing at the center of a clearing. Flowers grew in patches at the base of the well. She liked the red flowers. Once she made her wish, she will pick some flowers for mommy. Mommy loves yellow flowers but she will like the red ones too. The little girl looked back at the wishing well. She dug her hand into her pocket for the penny Adam had given her earlier that morning. Clutching her penny tightly, she stretched her arm out over the well. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and made her wish. “I wish the monster would go away. I wish the monster would go away. Please, please, please make the monster go away.” Her nose crinkled in concentration and her lips traced every word as she thought of her wish. Eyes still squeezed shut, she uncurled her fingers and dropped her penny into the well.
soft porn on the walls. soft red restaurant booth. soft are the lights so the noise is brighter. bright are the stranger's eyes next to me, aiming somewhere in front of me. dinner for two is cheaper and the two can mean silence. the noise is brighter, yet distant. distant is she next to me, wandering eyes. soft porn on the walls, but they are just paintings. walls are closing in, distant people are close, the night is wide and growing. a painting.
