Orange Tears "Well gee, sorry I'm not the perfect guy, Kate!" Princeton yelled. "I'm not the dreamy boy that every girl wants to go out with! I'm not the one to "fit in" but you can't seem to accept that! Stop suffocating me with all your stupid "rules" of being a good boyfriend! I can't take it anymore!"More Like This
Slamming the door behind him, Princeton wiped away the single tear from his cheek and lifted his hood over his head.
"You really screwed this one up" Kate mumbled to herself.
Kate desperately looked around for her boyfriend.
"Princeton." Kate started and ended in a whisper.
"Admit it Kate, you'll never find someone. You're to
Punch-lineThe mother gave birth tittering between each convulsion her body populated itself with. The father sat to the side, lips puckered in the concealment of a sardonic grin. The tight edges of his mouth were his only feature that failed to slip into the nondescript wallpaper behind him.More Like This
When the baby finally slid out of its mother’s wide and flabby vagina, both parents erupted in heavy guffaws that rocked the hospital. The mother’s legs flexed with laughter, kicking dangerously close to the infant’s head. It cried. Laughter was the only consol offered.
When the baby had turned into a six-year-old child, the mother was 21, and t
Sprint, My Darling, Like the Virus You AreEveryone hated her because she was perfect. Naturally. Perfect people aren't really people at all. Everyone shouted (under the pretense of a whisper) about her (nonexistent) flaws, about the reasons for their loathing (for which they had none). The perfect girl had friends, of course, but her friends abhorred her. She was an oxymoron.More Like This
Oxymorons are known to have paradoxical effects. So the perfect girl did and so every perfect person does. In the wake of her calmly controlled emotions were a swarming mass of individuals vacillating between their emotions of superiority and inferiority, confusion and clarity, envy and repulsion.
The perfect girl destroyed all she was around while simultaneously building it up. Every kind gesture had a polar reaction. Every feat poured derision and acid on the accomplishments of others. The perfect girl was plagued by her perfection.
She handled it perfectly, as she had to. She couldn't help create the plights she trigger