The shades were closed keeping the room dark.

Peter knew that he should open them

and let in the sunlight so he could begin the day, but he didn't have the energy or
willpower. Nothing had gone as expected the day before and he no longer wanted to
spend the energy to begin a new day. He stared at the shades wondering if there was
a way to disappear from the reality of the world for the rest of the day.
Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. The man walking down the street in a banana
suit. The llama standing in the middle of the road. The fairies dancing in front of
the car window. The fact that all of this was actually happening and wasn't a
dream.
Although Scott said it didn't matter to him, he knew deep inside that it did. They
had been friends as long as he could He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a
sip of the drink. He had tasted this before, but he couldn't quite remember the
time and place it had happened. He desperately searched his mind trying to locate
and remember where he had tasted this when the bicycle ran over his foot.
She looked at her student wondering if she could ever get through. "You need to
learn to think for yourself," she wanted to tell him. "Your friends are holding you
back and bringing you down." But she didn't because she knew his friends were all
that he had and even if that meant a life of misery, he would never give them up.
There was a time and a place for Stephanie to use her magic. The problem was that
she had a difficult time determining this. She wished she could simply use it when
the desire hit and there wouldn't be any unforeseen consequences. Unfortunately,
that's not how it worked and the consequences could be devastating if she
accidentally used her magic at the wrong time.
Twenty-five stars were neatly placed on the piece of paper. There was room for five
more stars but they would be difficult ones to earn. It had taken years to earn the
first twenty-five, and they were considered the "easy" ones.
I recollect that my first exploit in squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall
walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at
noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my
own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness around and was prolonged and
reverberated by the angry echoes.
Terrance knew that sometimes it was simply best to stay out of it. He kept
repeating this to himself as he watched the scene unfold. He knew that nothing good
would come of him getting involved. It was far better for him to stay on the
sidelines and observe. He kept yelling this to himself inside his head as he walked
over to the couple and punched the man in the face.
I checked in for the night at Out O The Way motel. What a bad choice that was.
First I took a shower and a spider crawled out of the drain. Next, the towel rack
fell down when I reached for the one small bath towel. This allowed the towel to
fall halfway into the toilet. I tried to watch a movie, but the remote control was
sticky and wouldn’t stop scrolling through the channels. I gave up for the night
and crawled into bed. I stretched out my leg and felt something furry by my foot.
Filled with fear, I reached down and to my surprise, I pulled out a raccoon skin
pair of underwear. After my initial relief that it wasn’t alive, the image of a
fat, ugly businessman wearing raccoon skin briefs filled my brain. I jumped out of
the bed, threw my toothbrush into my bag, and sprinted towards my car.remember and
not once had he had to protest that something Joe apologized for doing didn't
really matter. Scott stuck to his lie and insisted again and again that everything
was fine as Joe continued to apologize. Scott already knew that despite his words
accepting the apologies that their friendship would never be the same.
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.
The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours before
and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question now was whether
or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see why it had moved. The
answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped the package into the mailbox so
he would never have to see it again.