ci dont even need to write anymore
im using a random paragraph gernerator now. She's asked the question so many times that
she barely listened to the answers anymore. The answers were always
the same. Well, not exactly the same, but the same in a general
sense. A more accurate description was the answers never surprised her. So, she asked for the 10,000th
time, "What's your favorite animal?" But this time was different. When she heard the young boy's answer,
she wondered if she had heard him correctly.
There were little things that she simply could not stand. The sound of someone tapping their
nails on the table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another human imposing themselves into her space. She couldn't stand any of
these things, but none of them compared to the number one thing she couldn't stand which topped
all of them combined. Do you really listen when you are talking with someone? I have a friend who listens in an unforgiving way. She
actually takes every word you say as being something important and when you have a friend that listens
like that, words take on a whole new meaning.
Sometimes that's just the way it has to be. Sure, there were probably other
options, but he didn't let them enter his mind. It was done and that was that. It was just the way it had to be.
Eating raw fish didn't sound like a good idea.
"It's a delicacy in Japan," didn't seem to make it any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.
She looked at her little girl who was
about to become a teen. She tried to think back to when the girl had been younger
but failed to pinpoint the exact moment when she had become a little too big to pick up and carry. It hit her all at once. She was no longer
a little girl and she stood there speechless with fear, sadness, and pride all running through her at the same time.
The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side
and tried again. Nothing. She lifted it up and dropped it to the table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist against the top.
It was at this moment she saw the irony of trying to fix the machine with violence.
The wave crashed and hit the sandcastle head-on. The sandcastle began to melt under the waves
force and as the wave receded, half the sandcastle was gone. The next wave hit, not quite as strong, but still managed to cover the remains of the sandcastle and
take more of it away. The third wave, a big one, crashed over the sandcastle completely covering and engulfing it. When it receded, there was no trace the sandcastle ever existed and hours of hard work disappeared forever.
Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could reach. She wiggled her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt
was air. She shifted the weight of her body to try and reach an inch or two more down the hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.
She nervously peered over the edge. She understood in
her mind that the view was supposed to be beautiful, but all she felt was fear. There had always been something about heights that disturbed her, and now she could feel the full force of this unease. She reluctantly crept a little closer with the
encouragement of her friends as the fear continued to build. She couldn't help but feel that something horrible was about to happen.
There was a time when
he would have embraced the change that was coming. In his youth, he sought adventure and the unknown, but that had been years ago. He wished he could go back and learn to find the excitement that came with change but
it was useless. That curiosity had long left him to where he had come to loathe anything that put him out of his comfort zone.
