An Ordinary Bus RideTo blatantly rip off a much better known writer, “This may have really happened; I’m not sure. But I do know that if it did in fact happen, it didn’t happen to me.”
The way I remember it, I was riding in the last seat on a public bus and this passenger got on. It was, I kid you not, a cardboard box with two legs sticking out of the bottom, wearing slightly transparent white hose. You know how sometimes in grocery stores or the neighborhood mom-and-pop store, they will slit a box in half to use it as a display tray for the merchandise inside? Well, this “passenger” was one of those boxes, but it was walking around with its own full-sized woman’s legs. As I stared, it strutted to the bench seat across the back of the bus, turned around, and sat.
I spent the whole time the box-with-legs was seated next to me staring at it/them and trying to figure out how such a thing could be possible. The box
It isn't quite often you see an attractive woman as a regular in a bar, but when you do, she tends to become quite a magnet to the drunken men.
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It was once again a late night, and I was dragging my single self down to the local drinking hole. It was quite routine for me now, especially since it was only two months since my breakup with my ex-girlfriend, but I still ended the same way every night: a lonely man teetering drunk home to cry himself to sleep.
I was determined to move on sometime to get myself a new girlfriend and just forget about my ex breaking up with me but I just couldn't. I didn't know where to start, and even if I did, the sheer thought of doing so was enough to bring be to tears. All I could do was just drown these sorrows in a couple of glasses of beer and hope to just forget my ex and move on.
That was, of course, until I saw the new regular at the bar.
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As I said before, it's not often you see an attractive woman as a regular at a bar. Thi
My Headless Girlfriend. Intro Sandra Geret is late for class, again. As much as she wanted to blame it on her defective alarm clock Sandra doesn't exactly have a
good track record of being on time for, well anything really.
"Ahhh... ffffffuck." Sandra says half awake, dragging out that f as she dragged herself out of bed. She takes a minute to rub her eyes
and get used to the bright white walls of her college dorm room reflecting the sunlight shining through her large window after 12 hours of
on and off sleep.
Sandra takes deep breath. "And... Go!" At the speed of light Sandra springs off her bed and rushes in to her bathroom fixing herself up
as best she could given how little time she has.
Thankfully for Sandra she was a pretty low maintenance girl with her brunette Bob cut hair keeping itself straight and kept without
Sandra's help. On top of that she had already showered the night before so all she had left to do was slip off her pajamas a
A Cursed Life Pg 5Alex looked at me as I walked downstairs. "Hey, you shaved your muzzle" He said. I nodded, unable to reply with anything else, then I grabbed a pen and paper and write, [Well, I think now is a good time to see that person the cat told us about]. He nods with a smile. I was about to grab the pillow case until Alex grabs my arm. "You can't have that on forever, we need you to be confident at some point" He told me. I looked away, a bit scared, but then slowly nodded at him and held his hand. "It's okay, I won't let anyone make fun of you" he told me as we walked outside. I locked my arms around his left arm as we walked. I was him blushing. But since I couldn't point it out to him like I usually do, I poked his red cheek. He looked at me, "hmm?" He says, then realises he's blushing and quickly looks away. "Um-it's pretty hot outside isn't it?" He said, trying to make excuses. I made a silent giggle and continued to walk with him. I was quite happy and felt like I was completely normal, u
Back to Normal (Detached Head Challenge Day 30)After playing with each other's bodies, Harry and Hilary went back to the living room to swap back. They pulled their heads off and put them back on their original bodies. They then sat down on the couch, reminiscing about the past events.
"What a productive day," Harry said.
"Yeah, I never thought you and I would practice, let alone experience, head detachment," Hilary said.
Harry picked up the book that started all of this. "Should we try this again?"
Hilary looked at the book and said, "Someday, we will. And let's invite Barry and Regina that time."
The brother and sister held hands, thinking of the possibilities they will have with this challenge when they bring their spouses.
But that is another story.
Wrong Bodies (Detached Head Challenge Day 29)As Harry and Hilary removed their heads from the jars, they decided to put their heads back on.
"Well, it's been a fun day," Harry said, "but it'll be great to have our heads attached to our bodies again."
"Or..." Hilary said, getting an idea.
"Or what?" Harry then understood what his sister meant. "Ah, are you saying that we should swap bodies?"
"OK, let's try it!" The two siblings then placed their heads on each other's bodies. They then observed how different their bodies are. "How long should we stay like this?"
"An hour, perhaps?"
"An hour is fine."
So Harry and Hilary went to separate rooms to examine their mismatched bodies more.
|I watch from the shadows how you artists and writers are developing, creating and sharing art with others. I notice but I do not let myself be noticed often. I might be standing right in front of you but you won't see me.|