January is the time for reflecting and resolving ourselves with a freshness of spirit, of being more awesome, determined, and disciplined. January equals fresh starts. It's a ridiculous idea now. January equals hospice. Grieving death. Loss. Awful loneliness. Emptiness — vast emptiness. Freshness of death's heartbreak. Freshness of anguish. Every year.
His friend’s voices soon faded as he tumbled through the wet air, the droplets smashing into his face with the freshness of a slap from a girl unimpressed by his hands on approach.
Time slowed but the barrel’s rotation did not. Nauseated but too afraid to throw up, he succumbed to his fate.
About 2 people out of a thousand. The rarest of the common types. I have a friend with a rarer type which uses his surname in its moniker.
When I was in boot camp they typed me three times, first by a Petty Officer 2nd class, then a Chief, and finally a Lt Cmdr. It's so rare they didn't believe their tests.
I remember this one from your book - very funny!
PROMPT: FRESHNESS
THE SHEETS
Pretty much nothing feels better than fresh sheets.
I admired them for a moment, then climbed into bed with my hot chocolate, ready to watch some TV.
Just seconds later, I got startled by my cat leaping off the wardrobe.
I dropped my mug.
And my new sheets were ruined… 😎
🤣
FRESHNESS
FRESHNESS
January is the time for reflecting and resolving ourselves with a freshness of spirit, of being more awesome, determined, and disciplined. January equals fresh starts. It's a ridiculous idea now. January equals hospice. Grieving death. Loss. Awful loneliness. Emptiness — vast emptiness. Freshness of death's heartbreak. Freshness of anguish. Every year.
Haha! I love that "Chill in my crybt" line. So it's like a cross between a 'crypt' and a 'crib'. Genius! 😎
It is a cross and I’m so happy that you found it funny haha 😎
His friend’s voices soon faded as he tumbled through the wet air, the droplets smashing into his face with the freshness of a slap from a girl unimpressed by his hands on approach.
Time slowed but the barrel’s rotation did not. Nauseated but too afraid to throw up, he succumbed to his fate.
eek! AB- is my blood type.
Rarest of them all if I remember correctly 😉
About 2 people out of a thousand. The rarest of the common types. I have a friend with a rarer type which uses his surname in its moniker.
When I was in boot camp they typed me three times, first by a Petty Officer 2nd class, then a Chief, and finally a Lt Cmdr. It's so rare they didn't believe their tests.
"chill in my crypt" omg 🤣🤣🤣
Cryptflix and Chill 🤔
That took a different turn than expected 😂
Just starting here so trying to figure things out. The previous newsletter recap has "cruelty" for today's word. Are there more than one?
Nah I messed up the scheduling and tomorrow’a came out today 🙃
🙂