Write a story or poem inspired by your character(s) discovering a mysterious object in a thrift shop or flea market.
In a flea market I found fleas,
Oh please, don't read this, oh please,
'Cause you might not like this hairy stuff,
Unless you are very tough.
I started walking around to see what they had,
They had lots of food that smelled bad,
Then I looked around for clothes,
But I found a flea holding a rose.
I also found a flea statue,
It was dusty, so, achoo!
I now want to leave this market,
I then noticed it was a dream,
So I woke up without a threat,
But it felt like a real scene.
Because it was!
It was all real,
I just daydreamed a little,
I also found a wheel,
So I ran.
I ran so far not to see,
That I am a flea,
I'm just scared of everything,
and they call me, 'Chicken Without a Wing.'
But apparently, it was a dream.
Guitar is one of the best instruments in the world because you can play any music like classic on the electric or even pop on acoustic. The other reason which is really funny is because one time a my guitar was on fire and it went alive.
This is the story.
On time I was looking at some pictures of how to customise my guitar and I saw a really cool pic of a flaming guitar
Just like this one
Well I couldn't find the pic so if you want you can type in cool flaming guitar on google and it will look cool.
But I will continue the story, so where was I oh yes I was looking at the pic and my guitar saw it, wait what a guitar alive, yes a guitar alive bob, so when it saw the picture it got up on its front legs,and don’t even ask how she or he did that, and he headed right for the stove fire!!!. When i saw that I straight away got the thought,”it mustv got it from the picture. But not wasting any time i ran to get the guitar but it already jumped into the stove and it of course caught fire. After that it got out and it was flaming, i ran to the fire extinguisher and sprayed it on the guitar, by the way it was my favorite guitar, so i spreyed it it went of fire but it was all burned, i grabbed it sat into my toyota and drove to the nearest music repair shop and told them what happened and they told me to show how big the problem was I took out the guitar and handed it to the keeper. He told me it wasn't that big of deal and he said it will be fixed in 2 days and i was just relieved that it could get fixed
So this is basically the end of this strange story but it was kind of funny and also for a joke a little lower
JOKE: Which kind of key opens the door to thanksgiving
Answer : a turkey
JOKE: I have a pen I have an arm
ASWSER:a army pen
Once there was a girl named Emily and she went to a flea market because she really wanted a watch and she thought the ones at the flea market are going to be cheaper. So she looked around and there was allsorts of stuff. She though their are none here. So she kept walking around to see if their was anything she wanted. Then she saw it a watch it looked in good shape it worked, so she bought it. The lady said “Be careful with you do with it.”
“Ok.” she said. She put on the watch and walked home satisfied. When she got home she said to her mom “I got a watch at the flea market.”
“How much was it.” Emily’s mom asked
“Ten dollars.” she went up stairs and tried to set her watch, when she did it popped open and there was a portal. Then she thought where does it go? Then she thought it is not big enough for me to fit in it. She turned in a circle thinking and she was turning there was a click noise like something was poping into place then out and a flash. She started turning again but slowly this time. Then she heard a pop and stopped spinning she looked on her wall and the portal was not in the watch it was on her wall she looked at the watch the portal was not in it and the watch was closed. She really wanted to see what was in the portal so she stepped in…. In the portal was a stream and across the stream was elves playing happily. She was astounded at them they were so beautiful their long silky hair and their eye’s were so beautiful. She jumped across the stream and said not meaning to “Wow.” they stopped and looked.
Then one said “We have had no visitors in years, what is your name?”
“Emily.” she said quietly.
“Nice to meet you, do you want to play?”
“Sure.” so they played all day and when it was night she went back though the portal ate dinner and drifted of to sleep.
That was the day that changed my life forever. I was walking home from school with some of my friends when we saw that a new thrift shop had opened down the street from my house. We decided to go in, it was very vintage looking inside. We were walking around when we heard a voice. An old, crackly voice. We turned around, to see an old blind lady with a stick to guide her way. She obviously couldn`t see us, so she asked:
¨ Who`s there?¨
We didn`t know what to say, so we just winged it. I started and said:
¨ Hello Ma`am. We are just looking around.¨
She gave us a puzzled look and said: ¨ Ok girls. My name is Alice. You can look at touch whatever`s on sale. Oh except for that green button on the back wall. It is not for children.¨
"Okay. What is it for?¨ I asked. Alice did not respond. She left the room quietly.
My friends and I went to the back wall to where the green button was.
¨ I wonder what it does.¨ I said.¨
¨I have no idea. Look! It has sticky note on the button. It has a note on it.¨ One of my friends said.
¨I`ll read it.¨ I said I started to read the note when we all had a huge surprise.
The note said that if you press the button, you would be transported to the ice age.
We all got super excited.
We pressed the button.
It was a sunny after noon as I was walking on church street I saw this shop. I have never seen it before. So I decided to go into the shop and see what it is. As I reached th door to the shop I saw what it was called. It was "The Thirft Shop". A basic name I thought to myself. As I go in the shop, the bell on the top door ringed. The shop was full of many fascinating things. While I was walking through the store I realized that there was nobody else in the store, even the owner wasn't there. I didn't care so I just kept on walking on through the store. There was something glowing on the top of the counter
"WHAT THE #### IS THAT!" Alan whisper screams as a weird looking object flies off the shelf and lands at my feet. "I-I don't know." I say, bewildered. I bend down and pick it up, it starts glowing a faint blue. "JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? PUT THAT THING DOWN!!"
"But, its so.....pretty....I'm going to buy it."
"ARE YOU ####### CRAZY!? IT'S GLOWING! AND PROBABLY POSSESING YOU AS WE SPEAK!" He says as I start walking toward the counter to pay. I don't know what happened after that. According to Alan I went totaly insane, saying weird things, acting weird. He said they even called an exorist, but there was nothing he could do. Then they called at least two experts and even they said they couldn't do anything and that I should be put into an insane asylum. My parents took their advice. That was over ten years ago. Alan still visits me sometimes, along with dad and pop. That thing I got at the store must have messed with my mind but I don't care because it's my best friend. They all say I'm crazy but my best friend says I'm not. I'm not crazy.......
The Fire Proof Sword
Orange handle glowing bright
Like it was on fire but it wasn't
It had light
that shot through me
It made me want to go towards it
I went and touched it and felt this sensation
like it was on fire but it doesnt hurt
In the shop so quite so lonely so sad.
I entered without anyone knowing.
I asked myself what I'm I doing here?
I decided to leave but, stay instead
I found a mysterious object
A glass and there it was.
“I was at the Farmer’s Market the other day. There were so many booths selling food, clothes, jewelry, art, and so much more. My senses were overwhelmed by the colors and smells of the goods being sold, but one thing particularly caught my eye. Just after buying a taco at Mexican stand I walked passed a stand full of antiques, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a glint of gold. Usually I am not an ‘antique’ kind of person, but I felt drawn to this artifact as if the tide of the ocean was pulling me towards it. I took a bite of my fish taco, it was delicious by the way, and walked over to the antique stand. Easily, I found the gold object and picked it up, making sure to wipe the salsa off my hand first. I examined the gold further, and discovered it was a triangular brooch with diamonds around the edge. I said ‘I wish I knew more about this,’ and here I am,” I explained to the man sitting across from me. “Where am I, and where is my taco?”
Once there was a boy named fred. He liked to go to thrift stores and look at the stuff. One day he went to one in a dark alley. It was run by a old wrinkly lady. He only had a quarter so he was just looking. He found this weird green amulet. He went to the old lady and said ¨how much.¨the lady said 25 cents. So he gave her his quarter.Later that night he was sleeping but then he realized the amulet was glowing. He put it on his neck and a portal opened up. He thought he should stay but his window opened and the wind blew a rock at him and it pushed him into the portal. When he woke up he was in a mysterious land. It was all blockly just like minecraft. The rock that knocked him into here was now a stone block. He loved playing minecraft in real life. The amulet was gone so he couldn't get home. Just then a villager popped out of nowhere told him that he could get the amulet back if he defeated the ender dragon. Then he started to get wood and build a house so that the monsters would not be able to get him. A week later he had a full set of iron tools including a hoe, pickaxe, axe and sword. He went looking for diamonds in a cave and found this wired dungeon another villager came out of nowhere and gave him a diamond set. Then he battled the ender dragon. First he shot the end crystals. Then he shoot the ender dragon. Did a final blow with his sword and pow the dragon was defeated. He go his amulet back and went home with a gold medal. As soon as he got back fred returned the amulet. Then the old lady winked at him.
The old iron bell jangled as I stepped into the familiar shop. I waved to the employee, who smiled at me.
I began to make my way through a maze of old bookshelves, chairs, paintings, vases and other miscellaneous objects. I knew almost all of it by memory, and could tell when the store had sold something.
I finally reached a dead end of the store. It was a cozy little corner with a blue velvet chair and a box. I always go there when I have time to spare. I sit down in the chair and hoist up the cylindrical box. It is sandalwood with carvings of trees, clouds, and a mountain on the top. There is a pattern snaking across the sides of dots and triangles.
The smell of the box clamed me. Opening it, I find the usual stuff: coins, small jewelry, pins, and buttons. But there is something new…
A rather large, green pendant strung through a piece of brown string. It glows when I touch it, and is warm. I feel it connecting with something inside me, and realize...
A few days ago me and my friend walked into a thrift store to find, well, we didn't know what we wanted at all. The first thing I see when I walk into the door is a deer head hanging on the wall. I was kind of freaked out but then the nice lady over at the desk relaxed my nerves. My friend started to walk to the farther half of the store to look at the clothes. I stayed closer to the entrance to look at the strange and random deer head on the wall. Why would they put it there? Is that really what you want to see right when you walk in the door? You would of thought they would think about these questions before putting it smack dab right in the front of the store. A few minutes later my friend called me over to look at the strange object she found over in the corner near the clothes. I looked at it and it kind of reminded me of something you would find in a museum. “Excuse me,” I said to the nice lady at the front desk,” What is this?” I asked.
“That is a one of a kind ancient necklace someone brought in last week, they didn't tell me much more the that,” she responded. We kept looking at it and we decided to buy it and take it home. We examined it more later and we're still in ahh of its beauty.
Today I was in a thrift shop and found a gold brick it was really heavy and it was pretty cheap so I bought it then went home and showed my mom she asked me where I found it in told her the thrift shop she didn't believe me and said that it was really gold I ignored her and thought she was joking so then I when to my friends house and we started playing with it and then a bunch of cops showed up and came in looking for the gold brick but I hid and and then they left... to be continued
It was regular Saturday and there wasn’t anything better to do, so Keith decided to call his friends Jay and Will to go to the flea market downtown.
They decided meet at Jay’s house and bike down to the park where the flea market was being held. “ I bet I can beat you there Keith!” yelled Will as he overtook Keith on their way to the park. “Last one there is a rotten egg!” Shouted Jay as he also overtook Keith.
After getting to the park and locking up their bikes to a bike rack, they proceeded to the market. They walked up and down the rows looking for anything that caught their eye. “Ugh, there's nothing good here, just lame antiques and old pots.” “Yeah I agree with Jay Keith, I think we should head home soon.” “C’mon guys we’ve only looked around half the market, there's probably some good stuff up ahead.”
And that there was, because soon Keith, Will and Jay would find something that would change their lives.
“Hang on a second guys, lets stop in here. It looks like they’ve got some cool stuff here.” The three friends proceeded into a dimly lit tent, that smelled strongly of perfumes. “Wow, look at all this cool stuff, it's like a weird magical shop.”
Just then Keith spotted a small golden box, with strange markings and a very pronounced one on top, but he couldn’t open it due to the fact it was locked. “Wait, this symbol looks familiar…
If was a cold dreary day where ever little store in the smallest town in Maryland called Cooha. There was a little old store with a light on a boy named Bob walked in to see a box that was making sound. Bob walked over to a mysterious box and looked inside. Bob found a ball it was no ordinary ball it was a blue glowing ball. Out of the corner of Bob's eye he saw another blue object it was not a ball it was a square and the force between them connect. Bob was scared he didn’t know what was happening. It was like the world roses and the sun came out they had a clear sky and suddenly people opened their shops. Then everyone was chanting Bob's name Bob saved the small town.
“Tim!” shouted Sean, “Come look at this!” Tim ran through the hordes of people, trying to find items at the flea market, towards Sean. “What did you find?” asked Tim. “This weird toaster with a lot of buttons all over it.” said Sean.
Tim and Sean brought the toaster home for $5. They plugged it in and got a bagel to put in the toaster, and pressed the button that they thought, would toast the bagel. But instead it grew larger and larger, and sucked Tim and Sean inside!
It was pitch black, then Tim yelled “Sean! Where are you?!” Then all of the lights turned on and they could see again. Tim went to find Sean, and after ten minutes of searching, finally found him.
They looked at each other. They were both confused as to what happened. They walked through the huge toaster, and found the control room. “What is this thing? What are these buttons for?” asked Tim.
“It's some sort of spaceship.” said Sean.
“A TOASTER SPACESHIP!” they said together.
(Sean is pronounced, Shawn)
One day I walked into a thrift store. I looked around and found a really fancy pocketwatch! I peered at the pocketwatch and saw that the price tag was only 3$. I payed for the watch and walked outside. I glanced at the pocketwatch and saw that it wasn't working. What a rip off, I though. I walked home with the broken pocketwatch, and slammed it down on the kitchen table. I continued to do what I would always do. Play video games with my friends. When I came down for dinner, I just barely noticed the faint ticking that came from the pocketwatch. I picked it up, excited. I found the watch working, but it wasn't ticking seconds out and I couldn't change it. Now I really thought it was a rip off. I picked up the pocketwatch, and flung it our a window. I winced as the watch collided with the window, and I knew my mom would be mad.
one day a flee market came too town and there was a old woman that was selling some intresting stuff so i walked over to see what she had she ad a lot of wierd things some were even labled magical the there was something that cought my eye it was a magic wand so i bought it for 5 dollers then i shouved it into my backpack and ran home later that day i took it out of my backpack and sterted to play with it then the bottemcame of and there was a note in it so i read it on the top it said spells so i said one of the spells and it made me balld.
I walk into the thrift store where I work. I had never seen anything like it especially in this shop I have been working here for 3 months but it is an amazing shiny locket but when I tried to open it I saw a bright shining stone but I had no idea what it was or if it meant something. I put it in my pocket and when I was done working I brought it home and searched “Old ancient jewelry with purple stones” This is the picture I saw. This is the same necklace that I was holding and under the picture it said “Cursed with the powers of the dark angels spirits”
I was kinda worried but then again what could happen so I put it on a went to sleep. When I got up it was gone I thought that someone had stolen it when I was asleep but I hadn’t heard any noise. I didn’t have any pets and no windows or doors were open. I thought that it had just fallen off so I look around and I found it on my counter next to my laptop. I put it on and remembered that I had no work today. So I went for a walk around town, I visited a few jewelry stores that I knew about but I found nothing on the stone or the culture it came from. I considered that the stone really was cursed so I did some research and found that the spirits of the dark angels escape into mortal bodies when the bodies are at rest. So at night I started locking the necklace in a box from the fear of becoming one of them. One night I fell asleep without locking up the necklace and I woke up looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were purple as the amethyst in the necklace and that the necklace was broken open on the counter where I had found it a few nights ago. I was one of the Spirits.
Winter of 1700, Poland
An aging pair of ballet shoes lay on the shelf,
Of course they could fit no one else.
There they laid day after day,
until a young dancer took them away.
With her new shoes, she danced in the city square outisde,
However she found her energy would not subside,
She found that she needed to rest,
however she could only relax at best.
"Help me!" the young dancer cried in dismay,
but those watching had already ran away,
no one stepped in for they were afraid,
becuse this was the beginning of the dancing plague.
A blacksmith who was passing was admiring her skill,
He approached her and suddenly felt a chill,
he too began too dance the ballet,
for he had caught the dancing plague.
Exited and unaware of the dancers's state,
the local school children joined them to play,
They ignored their parents say,
and of course had caught the dancing plague.
The whole of Warsaw was moving thier feet,
and the dancers's feet had began to bleed,
Even those bedridden woke up from their sleep,
No one was able overcome their defeat.
The mysterious spell forced movement into those effected,
its souce undetected,
and as the light of day slowly trickled into night,
victims found no cure that would suffice.
For days the city was filled with dance,
the exausted public seemed to fall into a trance.
One by one the dancers dropped,
and dancing plague had ceased...only in Warsaw.
I walk through the vines and into the old abandond street that is hidden and forgotton. There arent many buildings on this street. Only two old houses and an old antique store. The sign of the store is haning by one chain form a rundown board of wood sticking out the side of the building. Ive been here many times before and have even made a small fort behind the counter. The coolest part of the store is the cash register. It has a chipped gold paint and huge black buttons. When I discovered this place there was a few things left on the shelves, one of them being an old book. The pages of the book were to fragile to flip and the ink was faded and brown. I had explored every corner of this store, or so I thought. One day when I walking to my fort behind the register I tripped on an open floorboard. I had always know it had been there, but never tripped so I was surprised. I went back and looked under the board to see an emtpy space. I pryed the floor up and slipped my hand into the space. I felt a small chain and grabbed it. I pulled it up and it turned out to be a diamond looking ring. This was the best find that I have ever seen.
It was a cashmere sweater. An ugly thing. It didn't seem to have any value what so ever; to anyone. Dare I say... barf-colored. For some reason I was drawn to it. Like a dull magnet that just barely hangs on to the refridgerator. It was no wonder it was in this bedraggled thrift store. I was in the thrift store. My family writes letters to me once in a while but they seem to have forgotten about me the past few months. I had run away from home three years ago. My father a drunk and my older brother a drug adict. When I first left I slept in the diaper section in the local bulk store. I stole ketchup packets from the school cafetiria. I only had school to keep me alive in the soal. I am a perfect studentwith straight A's across the board. But I am the ugly one... the one that noone wants to be friends with. I mean not much at all to anyone. I don't have a home... Although I serve my purpose. I'm seen as the scragly one. I am the Cashmere Sweater.
Today was another day in school seven hours of lerning and I needed a break from the cycle. While I was walking home alone there was a store that looked like it was abandoned. When I walked in I was stunned it looked bran new on the inside on the out side it looked like a war zone tere was no one here then all the suden I heard a phone ring it sounded old it wasnt for me oviously but then another phone wrang and a other a nother a nother until I heard seven phones ringing I got a littel nervouse what if someone saw me come in? no one could see me in here there were no windows or cameras I was trying to wait the phones out but 10 minutes later they were still ringing. I was going to leave until the door wouldnt open classic horror movie I didnt have my phone on me I dont even have a phone. 30 minutes later I couldnt take the ringing I had to find the phones. I looked every where it had to be about 6 o clock now then there was a creek with my nerves on edge a littel door in the wall creeked open I was stuck here so I was going to check it out. In the wall there were seven old phones all ringing, then I looked up and there was writing it said "awnser wisley" I picked up the 6th phone and then it burned and the walls looked like the out side and it was all trashed was that the right phone? am I free know? I was able to walk out side know but there was no one there. I emedietly panick
I was visiting my grandpa’s antique shop and I came across this weird box it was full of coins. They had strange markings on them. So I asked my grandpa what they were but he gust said they were nothing. So I took then to someone who would tell me what they were.
As Kyle walked into the thrift store on third street he noticed a glimmering object behind a rug hanging over one of the windows. He walked over to the object and when he lifted up the rug he noticed that it was a golden cat. He thought it was quite interesting so he bought it for a mere five dollars and decided to go home. When he arrived home he set the cat on the kitchen table and when to bed. When he woke up he came to a surprise. The golden cat had disappeared.
I fingered the woven bracelet, twisting it between my fingers. It felt soft and worn. The bent orange price tag had 25¢ scrawled on it in black Sharpie. I put it back on the makeshift table of splintery plywood and sawhorses. I picked it back up.
My friend Jess looked over from the pile of broken alarm clocks she was looking at. "It's cute, in a sort of hippie way." She said. She pawed through the clocks some more.
Madelyn rolled a purple stone in her fingers. "Not my fave, but I think it would go well with that new sundress you got." She looked at her fingers (which had turned purple) and dropped the stone. "How tacky is this? Someone colored on a piece of quartz with purple Sharpie."
We were in a funky little thrift shop called HatBox. We liked to come here on Saturdays and just look around before going over to Madelyn's to spend the night. Mostly the store was full of junk people dropped off becuse the shop was closer than the dump in the next town over, but now and then you'd find a real gem. This is where I got my favorite jean vest.
Madelyn pulled a silky blue scarf off a rack and draped it theatrically around her neck. She spun, and the scarf slid off into a pile on the floor. She put it back on the rack.
I wrapped the bracelet around my finger.
"Get it." Said Jess. "You know you want it." Twenty-five cents wasn't anything. And I did want it.
Madelyn and Jess and I made our way to the counter through the dusty racks of clothing, Jess holding an alarm clock that miraculously worked, me holding the bracelet, and Madelyn with some R-rated romance with the covers falling off.
Jess and Madelyn paid, and I placed the bracelet on the counter.
"Ah." Said the old woman who ran the place. "A good find. Five dollars."
"What?" I said. "But the price tag says twenty-five cents!" I turned it over to read it again. To my surprise it read $5.00.
"Ella, you're not going to spend five dollars on that piece of crap bracelet, are you?" Asked Madelyn.
"We could get Skittles instead." Suggested Jess. "You could get four packs for that much."
I stared at the bracelet. The ends were frayed and the colors were faded. Skittles sounded awfully good, and Madelyn was right, it was a piece of crap. And yet I found myself digging in my pocket for the money.
I dumped a handful of change on the counter. The woman spent a long time counting it and then let it rattle through her fingers into a little clay jar. I snatched up the bracelet. The woman smiled at me. She was missing two teeth. "Good choice."
Outside, our feet crunched on the gravel in front of the shop.
"I can't believe you did that." Jess said. "That lady is a cheat. Five dollars for a bracelet!" She shook her head. "I wouldn't pay that much if it were new."
I ignored her and fastened the bracelet around my wrist.
"I wanted Skittles." Madelyn muttered.
A flash of pain exploded up my arm. I looked down at the bracelet. The pain was growing more intense. I tried tountie the bracelet, but the innocent square knot I'd tied would not come loose. The bracelet tightened around my wrist. I tore at it with my other hand. One of my fingernails ripped.
"What the hell, Ella." Said Madelyn. She stared at me like I was crazy.
"Get it off!" I shrieked.
The pain worsened. The cord tightened. I turned and ran back toward the shop. Bursting through the door, I saw the old lady was standing up. She seemed different, somehow. Her hair seemed to glow. Her fingers crackled with electricity.
"Get it off me!" I screamed at her.
"I see you have come to me for help." Said the woman.
"Just get the damn thing off." I said, hissing."
"As you wish." Said the woman. "But be warned, there is a price to pay. Always a price. Are you willing to pay it?"
"Yes! Just get it off!"
She reached out and undid the knot. There was a flash.
I felt taller. And fatter. And my legs ached. I ran my tongue along the inside of my mouth. Two of my teeth were missing. I gasped and looked around. I was behind the counter of HatBox.
A girl stood in front of me. She grinned and winked. The girl was...me! But how?
"You're welcome for the help." She told me. Then she turned and ran from the shop, calling out as she went, "Madelyn! Jessica! Wait for me!"
Jessica? I never called Jess that.
Then the three girls were gone down the path, off to Madelyn's house.
And I was alone. Very much alone.
Red was your average Red panda in the wild tile the day when his parents dead by panda merder. At the funeral a fox shows up and everyone protected Red and the fox said wears Red I want to say sore for his loss. So I Red whent up to the fox and said I am Red now what's your name. “Sead Red”. My name is Fire. “sead Fire. Everyone comes down ween Fire revealed his name it turns out Fire is my uncle. Fire was as red as an aswell fire with his belly being wight and his paws being black like his nose and the tip of his eres. With Red being not as tall as Fire and they both were red and black.
Object = Bath Bombe
"you do good work" My boss tells me. But I can't stop thinking of how tedious the whole process is. Graphical artistry doesn't seem like hard labor, But if I had to rate how drained a person is when they come home from work between a lumberjack and a graphical artist. I would have to say a graphical artist is more drained both mentally and physically. I squeaked the faucet on and began drawing a bath.
"my back is killing me Mary"
Mary was cutting vegetables at the counter with Cuisine Arts finest cooking knife.
"I left you a bath bombe on the counter hon", "I don't see why you're in so much pain, you sit in a comfy swivel chair giving yourself execuglide all day waiting for the checks to roll in."
"Haven't you heard?","too much of a good thing is never good." ,"Like my computer screen."
I flipped off the light switch and lit a candle. I continued,
"I stare at it for hours and when I look away, it's still there burned into my retina's"
I rubbed my eye's and the rectangular glow didn't fade away. A slight ache accompanying it. I spoke,
"The thing is, a lumberjack works hard all day. When he wakes up for work the next morning he is ready for more. Humans were built to work and working is life giving. It makes you stronger letting your hearts engine put out good revs. But what do I do all day? Sit in a swivel chair throwing my back out. Letting the screen carve into me like carving a jack o lantern."
Mary walked over to the bathroom and sat me down on the side of the tub. She said,
"look at this Bath Bombe my love"
"yeah I see it"
It was a fairly sunny day when Aiden whent to the thrift shop. This was his hobby going to the thrift shop wired right? Never mind that back to the point;. Aiden was serching the shelfs and he found a free bin the only thing that was in it was a dusty VHS tape. when he bruot it home (and a VHS player) he was eager to see what it was. When the tape startrd a very loud disoreanting scream could be heard. Aiden was scared by this point and wasted to stop the tape but he was stuck in place he could not move a mucle. After 10 minets of Aiden being stuck