Pawprints (a poem)
So i'll have to take my trash along and see if i can see... a way to make it art, my friend, to make it dear to me. and i know not where i go and know not whom i'll meet.
The Gauntlet
"you'll have to do better than that," he sighed before tossing the weapon aside next to a few garbage cans.
The reason I live.
Sorry if you find this to be utter garbage, i personally do a bit, but like i said wanted a second opinion. another day, just put on a smile. make a joke to keep up appearances. just have to be strong for a little while.
Are You the Zombie King?
C) meele d) guns (any type) e) found items (bat, trash lid, metal bar, ect) q4. what time of the zombie attack take place? a) beginning b) middle c) end (close to) q5. if you were in the middle of a zombie attack, what would you do? q6.
A negative feeling
All along why do you think that i am so great never see my colors it must fate please open up and look wide see the heart that's not inside i always keep them bundled up the feelings go like mental rush i threw them all out in the trash
Dense-cision...
Mind visually a blur, i walk with pride to a battle unsure desperate never a word that crosses my heart i hold steady, ready to tear anything in my way apart burdened with meanings left by the best i stay focused to take on the rest what's left is trash
three
Why can't people just entertain each other by conversation, thought experiments, and old-fashioned trash-talking? is there some of light-hearted nature to games that makes it easoer for people to communicate each other and share experiences?
Kage's Camping Trip 2
Soon the class had the campsite cleared of tents and personal property, the parents were standing in the line with a couple trash bags as the students walked slow from one end of the three sites to the other picking up trash.
The Bad Penny
In the market square it was not only rubbish that was dropped. sometimes people lost precious things too. he had found earrings, and once a wedding ring.
20 Tread
#20 of inktober 2019 getting a bit into size trash now: a bit of a thought on what it might be to be a micro in a world of much larger creatures. it is one thing to be in a land full of dangerous predators.
Changing Fates, Chapter Three
But the interior was trashed, and the controls all busted up. it was clear that the pirates had already pillaged the hanger, and the one being painted probably was the last functional one.
A Day in the Undersector
The large, run-down room, containing hints of the unmistakable scent of garbage, would be pitch black were it not for the gaps of varying sizes in the concrete ceiling above. the massive roar of activity above could be heard even through its thickness.