It was raining, and that was awesome. Chad didn’t really care one way or another, but girls did. He hadn’t met one yet that wasn’t a pluviophile, (yeah that’s a big word, and not totally a word even, but chicks dig a big vocabulary).
He whipped out his phone and dialed Brittney. Chad often described her as not being the smartest tool in the shed, but she was pretty hot. She answered after a few rings, and after a brief conversation he’d convinced her to have him over, to hang out.
He grabbed some sugary, shitty booze on his way.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
100 Words a Day 475, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 5/20
The conversation of a couple of teenagers, dressed in black accented with generic, edgy band tees and buttons, cut through the general noise of the bus: “It doesn’t matter anyways. Even if she likes me, she won’t eventually and then I won’t have anyone again. I may as well just be sad.”
Neil rolled his eyes and looked at Clint. “I am so sick of such blithering emo bullshit.”
“I hear ya, man. Maybe if they cut their bangs so they could see, they could see all the exciting things that life has to offer. Like your mom for example.”
Neil rolled his eyes and looked at Clint. “I am so sick of such blithering emo bullshit.”
“I hear ya, man. Maybe if they cut their bangs so they could see, they could see all the exciting things that life has to offer. Like your mom for example.”
100 Words a Day 474, Twenty Forgotten Words That Should be Brought Back 4/20
“Once, twice, thrice, and presto!” the old teacher said, waving his wand back and forth with each count before tapping his top hat. A puff of smoke shot out of the well-used thing, quickly followed by the emergence of a rabbit. The white hare looked around in confusion for a moment before settling down next to the hat.
“Now you try,” he said to his young pupil
“Once, twice, thrice, presto,” the boy said, giving his wand a lackluster wave and slamming it against his hat. The force of his blow upset the hat, which emitted neither smoke nor rabbit.
“Now you try,” he said to his young pupil
“Once, twice, thrice, presto,” the boy said, giving his wand a lackluster wave and slamming it against his hat. The force of his blow upset the hat, which emitted neither smoke nor rabbit.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
100 Words a Day 473, Twenty Forgotten Words that Should be Brought Back 3/20
The menu, much like the ingredients in the majority of the dishes, can only be described as a gallimaufry. They describe themselves as a fusion restaurant, and most hipster foodies will say something similar. If they would take their noses out of the air, maybe they would be able to taste what they are eating. Simply smashing two genres of food together as hard as possible and seeing what comes out does not make one an innovative chef. It usually does not even produce anything edible, let alone good. Nowhere is the proof more obviously in the pudding than here.
100 Words a Day 472, Twenty Forgotten Words that Should be Brought Back 2/20
“I won’t stand for your scurrilous accusations!” Hugo shouted, pointing an imperious finger at Victor. The senate turned as one towards Hugo’s opponent, who wore a black, silk suit.
“Scurrilous? Me?” Victor responded, leaning away from Hugo and pointing at himself with long, pale fingers. After a moment he leaned forward and bared his teeth, showing a pair of long, white fangs, “There’s nothing scurrilous about them!”
One of the black-clad men in the senate spoke up in a deep, slow voice, “And what evidence do you have to present, Victor?”
“I’m glad you asked. I summon my first witness.”
“Scurrilous? Me?” Victor responded, leaning away from Hugo and pointing at himself with long, pale fingers. After a moment he leaned forward and bared his teeth, showing a pair of long, white fangs, “There’s nothing scurrilous about them!”
One of the black-clad men in the senate spoke up in a deep, slow voice, “And what evidence do you have to present, Victor?”
“I’m glad you asked. I summon my first witness.”
Monday, December 2, 2013
100 Words a Day 471, Twenty Forgotten Words that Should be Brought Back 1/20
“Is Huey coming tonight?” Tamara asked.
“No, he said he said his cousin Mabone was in town and his mom is making him hang out with him, “Chadwick replied.
There were several nods and grunts of understanding. Except for Anitra, she wore an expression of judgmental disbelief.
“Cousin Mabone is his bunbury,” she said.
“What the heck is a bunbury?” Kendra asked, her incredulousness overwhelming the empty-headed expression she normally wore.
Anitra rolled her eyes. “Haven’t you read The Importance of Being Ernest?”
She looked around the table, amazed at the blank stares she was receiving from all her friends.
“No, he said he said his cousin Mabone was in town and his mom is making him hang out with him, “Chadwick replied.
There were several nods and grunts of understanding. Except for Anitra, she wore an expression of judgmental disbelief.
“Cousin Mabone is his bunbury,” she said.
“What the heck is a bunbury?” Kendra asked, her incredulousness overwhelming the empty-headed expression she normally wore.
Anitra rolled her eyes. “Haven’t you read The Importance of Being Ernest?”
She looked around the table, amazed at the blank stares she was receiving from all her friends.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
100 Words a Day 470
He was in the library a lot that summer, though he was rarely reading. Usually he was trying to find an excuse to talk to Veronica, the librarian’s assistant. Mostly he asked her for recommendations. He read all her favorite books that summer, as fast as he could. For the first month he simply read as fast as possible so he would have an excuse to talk to her again. One day she asked him what he thought of the last book he read. The realization that he could ask her what she thought of a book left him dumbstruck.
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