Relaxing against the wall, he watched his classmates convulse on the dance floor
Everything that night had been disastrous. First, his date ditched him
And she decided to slow dance with the person who used to be his best friend
Drinking his punch, he wondered what could possibly happen next, but then he laughed
Yes, he knew what was going to happen next. His master plan was working perfectly.
Love was definitely too strong of a word
It was kind of possibly closer to admiring or appreciating
Knowing they were all related he gave up and confessed his feelings to her
Everyone laughed when he said to her “I prefer you. A lot.”
All he wanted was to be at the top of the mountain
Being able to show his superiority to those below him
Only those he wanted to bow to him didn’t see him that way
Vowing that he was nothing but a balloon filled with ego and hot air
Even though that hurt him, he laughed. That hot air and ego allowed him to float up high.
Cuddly little bear tried to scare him, but he laughed
Until mamma poked her head out to see what was going on
Been up that tree for the past four hours. Who is laughing now?
But the plot will come if you just type words. You just have to believe.
Like that would really happen. He laughed bitterly.
All it meant was the letter vomit on the page might be some sort of Rorschach story form.
He closed the document and went to bed. He had seen enough.
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Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand
The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed
All they were was an afterthought of creation
Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts
Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall
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The sand blew across the beach, stinging Ray’s face
Roaring waves ran themselves onto the shore
Everything screamed pirate to him
And to think the chest could be buried right below his feet
So many years ago his grandfather had hinted about this very place
Under the tropical sun, Ray was finally ready to prove the old man right
Reaching for his shovel he began to dig, looking for the possible riches
Eventually Grandpa laughed, picking Ray up and carrying him into the surf
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When Glenda put the curse on Bill he just laughed it off. He was doomed to not be able to taste salt, ever. He could put the whole shaker right on his tongue, but nothing would happen.
Bill thought this was the lamest curse, but over time he found himself eating less and less. He didn’t bother going out to dinner anymore. There was never any joy in food. Other tastes faded into monotony.
His life devolved into the blandness he experienced eating. He went to ask forgiveness, but Glenda passed away weeks before.
All he could say was, “Blah.”
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Empty beer bottles spun, mesmerizing Freda. She wondered if there was some sort of astrological significance to their motions as they all slowed down and stopped pointing in different directions. She laughed, thinking how that used to signify who to kiss. Now it just signified how absolutely drunk she was.
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