Oooo this is such a fun challenge! I happen to have quite a few quotes because I save them in little notes whenever I hear a kid at a restaurant discussing adding to the conversation or a toddler in line at the grocery store playing with their sibling. Among my favorites are:

"I wasn't chicken... I was just running away."

"I would be a good homeless person."

"Holding farts is painful."

"Yeah, it's mama's hair; it's grey."

"I broke the door down with my rad muscles, my BULGING muscles!"

"Tomorrow we be dogs."

"It's because you don't listen to me like I'm a bug."

"Now I feel like a real man."

"You're a squid's mouth claw."

"Feel my tongue; it's already sweating."

"You're not foolin' anyone super white, super blonde cheerleader girl."

"It's hard to write in ketchup, ok?"

"Is that a headless baby?"

when you find a first,

you rely on instinct;

so you run to your peace,

an elegant term

for the same drought and wind

you previously fought,

so.

when you asked to be my first

i recoiled from your

jury testimony of feelings

and nestled in my tree of peace,

laid on my beach of fire, and

only now felt that it burned

yet.

you laughed,

you pursued,

you tried again,

you asked again,

and again,

and.

we made it a fight,

a test,

or rather a game,

placed bets and brought bribes,

yet.

as i reasoned our incompatibility,

you said you agree

that opposite makes interest,

garbage makes art,

difference makes memory,

and.

i almost forgot

i couldn't say that

i wanted us kissing

because that meant i lost,

but would it?

so.

bravo, my dear,

you might just win this game

I think that some way to save challenges for later would be great. Currently, when I find a challenge that I would like to start on, I find another couple I would like to try to complete. Unable to save them, I end up opening them each in different tabs. This doesn’t make a huge impact, but it might be handy.

Its here! It’s here!

Stand by with fear...

With red and white it’s all so blue.

Explosives blast, and rockets blow.

Friends could get hurt but so could you.

Compare no more this thing with fun...

It’s that time of month, you techy grouch

I know you’re dying, but get your

sorry, cranky, bitchy ass off the couch.

And don’t complain to me I “celebrate” too

with chocolate, wine, and more fine dine.

Nonetheless, Happy Period Time!

Funny... check

Handsome... check

Street smart,

Book smart,

Capable,

Athletic,

Nice,

Musically inclined...

all of the above...check

im not sure if you see the pros and cons of this guy...

bc all all I see are pros *blink*

oh wait

^depression...check

But he was mine.

Or at least he was in my head.

A pretty picture,

a doll, makeup on.

I’d liked actors and musicians,

several deceased individuals,

maybe a couple professional athletes,

and, as any of us may understand, more than a countable number of book characters

...but he was real.

And that was why he was different.

A real-life, in-person, physical-copy.

7th period

last row

desk in the corner

Never talked in person

...can’t get myself to spend any courage

never invest any courage

can’t grow my supply

won’t talk to him

just watch

distance

all I’ll ever do

gave an apple pie to another guy

only the year before

spent all my courage then

wasnt a crush

hate the guy now

for misusing my courage

only watch...

all I’ll ever do

he's so pretty that’s all I need to do

I’d embarrass myself otherwise

Complimented me on a google meet

Told me he liked my pfp

said Merlin’s a top notch show

I didn’t see til he’d left

only watch...

all I’ll ever do

but I’m cool with that

A few fairies here

And even more over there

...might need more haikus

14words 15words haha

Monday shows promising signs of limpid air and no rain. If rain occurs, Mr. O’Connor can absorb and/or drain any damp liquids using our supply of rags. Our show will carry on. Music has a profound grip on humans’ soul, forming joyful suroundings. Our company should focus on a musical mission. For our show on Monday, Moris Band’s piano, violins, violas, chairs, and props should find a way upon our singers’ dias. Public individuals will occupy rows four and up, roughly four yards from all possibly loud music. Individuals such as you and I will occupy room six, glancing across our dias from high up. Bring up any inquiry any day saving day of.

Candidly,

John Miller

We stood in in the backyard of a huge house. It’s ornate finishings and decorated exterior were lost to nature. A gloom had settled for the evening, and the sun neared it’s point of setting.

I knew you’d come.

...

You see, I knew your mother and father, such courageous people, generous too. However, they kept somethings to themselves, unforgivable things. See, you never quite knew them as I did; no... you’re far too young to have known them then.

Stop, Abe. You didn’t even know my parents.

Oh, I did know them. I knew them, and I loved them too at one point.

...

I was their firstborn! We are brothers, Graham... brothers.

[Eyes widen]

Yes, it is true. I was their one and only. I was their pride and joy. I was loved. I was given attention and gifts, and I would have grown up beautifuly. But my mother found out she was pregnant with you, and during her pregnancy, she had a vision. I heard the retelling of her vision through their door. I saw it Thomas. It was not just a dream. It will happen. I saw it. What did you see? Calm down. Tell me please. Calm down. He’s a murderer. He’s going to kill my new baby. He’s going to grow up and kill him. Cut his throat. I saw it. He stood in our yard, knife against his little brother’s chin; he’s going to kill him.

No...

Yes. And she was frantic. My father opened the door and found me standing there. He took me by the arm. It was cold, and the damp grass clung to the hems of my pajamas. And I remember shaking so violently that he had to carry me because I couldn’t walk right. He pulled me to this creek, and pulled a pistol from his waist. Now he was shaking. Pistol pointed at me, he turned his head away and shot. The bullet caught my arm. Disposing of me was easy as he pushed me into the creek and watched me flounder. I suppose he didn’t expect for me to live.

They wouldn’t have...

They did... [took a few steps forward] and it was because of you. [now face to face] So I figured, just for its sake, I would say a final hurrah by fulfilling the vision. [with a flourish, a knife was drawn and held against Graham’s throat]

You’re demented.

[smiling] Just a little, but it was all... [As Abe’s posture and grip go slack, Graham twists the knife away and plunges it into Abe’s chest] a prank... [Abe collapses]

What?

A prank... [between gargles and coughs] I got you... [chuckles]

THIS WAS WHAT?

A prank...[Abe laughs. A stream of blood rolls down his cheek] a prank...