Hyperbole

She looked out the window at what she had done and wished for death.

Cold sweat poured from her forehead. Her breath came in short puffs as she struggled not to make a sound, as she crouched beneath the kitchen window. She was trapped, tired and terrified, unable to think of a plan of action.

Her knees shook as the car headlights shone bigger on the opposite wall.She prayed that he wouldn't notice what she had done. The car door opened and slammed shut a moment later. She closed her eyes. Oh please, oh please, oh please don't let him notice.

Anxiety Attack

My dad is sleeping over at our house tonight. My dad.

For other people that sentence is fairly innocuous. My co-workers certainly think its no big deal. But I do. It's a big deal; a big nerve-wracking one. And no, he's not a rapist, just so we're clear on that.

Zombie Me

This morning I was so sleepy I made a fool of myself multiple times, and didn't even care at the time.

1) I was asked by the bus conductor where my stop was.

Like-its

Like this, only prettier.

While on the way to the train station, I had an idea: What if I invented post-it notes that had the Facebook 'Like' symbol on it? What would happen if I then proceeded to stick those post-its to whatever I think is 'like-worthy'?

A poster showing a particularly delicious looking California Maki and some Ebi Tempura? Like. Nice security personnel who helped an elderly woman with her luggage? Like. A cute little girl wearing a big smile and tossing her curls while pulling her mother along by the hand? Like. Free postcards that you can take as many as you want? Like. A kiosk selling scrapbooking materials at half-price? Betsy C.S. and 2 others like this.