I still can't think of my titleIt was moving day. Alfred frantically shoved as much clothing into the trunk as possible,I still can't think of my title5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
while his father carried all necessary objects such as utensils and plates and electronics into his van. Oliver ran around screaming, yesterday had been his birthday, so he extra full of sugar and energy.
"We're moving! We're moving!"
"Isn't this great Henry, we're going on a road trip to a beautiful new house.
There'll be a pool and a giant TV, and a huge playroom, and the beds will be puffy and soft. It'll be like an Ikea! Aren't you excited Jubilee? It'll be fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!"
Clarice joined him in their chant of moving, and they quickly formed a song.
"Oh, we're moving, we're moving, we're moving, moving, moving, moving!
We're moving, we're moving, we're moving, moving, moving, moving!
We'll be out of this dump, traveling in a truck, and we'll arrive in the land of luck."
They repeated this continuously until their father shushed them, but even then they still whispered
Dear SweetheartThere are some things about me that I don't know if you've figured out yet. So, being the guy who can't say something without being afraid of what others think, I wrote it down.Dear Sweetheart15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am very protective. If any guy gives you any kind of compliment, I feel immediately threatened. It's one of those many things that make people not want to be with me. I'm clingy, I'm overprotective, I'm jealous. I'm a guy that just can't find the right words to say, and when I do, I don't have the guts to say them, because my past has molded me to keep my thoughts to myself. When I text you, and you don't text me back for a few hours, I feel like I did something wrong. I get scared you're in trouble, and I panic. I miss you so much, it hurts. I don't take compliments easily, but that's because I have been told the opposite my entire life. I'm socially awkward, an asshole, a sap, and overemotional. I'm bad at remembering things, I can't speak half the time, and I can't keep eye contact.
If there's one thing th
The Watering HoleThe small Tyrannosaurus was about 4 years old as he travelled to the watering hole, the place he had spent his whole life gazing at. The Tyrannosaurus had a broad, stocky head with a large, slightly horizontal body and slanting tail. But he was still very young and had less distinct features. He had green scales with red stripes that run across his back like thick scratch wounds. He stumbled down the large slope of a bank and reached the lake. But there was something there that didn't belong. He had never seen such a thing as big as what lay in his watering hole. He had seen trees and big herbivores, but he had never really come in counter with any of the biggest of dinosaurs. Suddenly the huge beast rose up, muddy water dripping from its huge bulk, and swung itself round so all that the squealing dinosaur could see was its huge whip-like tail, then suddenly a sharp pain struck the side of the dinosaur’s head. The small Tyrannosaur coughed out its own teeth and blood, and then waThe Watering Hole5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This