Persuit Of Happiness

He sits at his desk, waiting for the man to come in who is trying to receive a job. He wonders what his wife is cooking at home. “I hope she fixes that casserole.” He regains his sense of existence and looks up when the man walks in. He is appalled by his appearance. “There is no way that Boss is going to let him in,” he thinks. He shakes three other people’s hands before he shakes his. The ruggish man says his name was Chris Garner.

A&P Retelling: Big Tall Goony Goony

The sand was hot under my feet when Laura told Susie and me to come with her to the store. Her parents were going to have a gathering later on that night, and they needed some Herring Snacks. We were too far away from home to go and change, so we were forced to leave with only our bathing suits on. I think Laura liked walking around half naked. I refused, but the persuasion and persistence in her voice, forced both of us to tag along.

The Situation: Who Drank My Apple Juice?

It was an early spring morning and the sun forced its way through the drapes of the Girbaud Hotel. A few beams of light cascaded on the glossy wood floor. They raced up the side of Lil Wayne’s bed, and continued their dance on his face. His eyes barely open, he shifted to look at his clock on the nightstand beside his bed. It was nine o’clock. If he didn’t get up now, he’d be late for his show. He hopped out of the bed, and a chill ran up his body that felt like a thousand cactus needles. The floor was ice cold, so he reached under the bed, and grabbed his warm, pink bunny slippers. He slid his feet into his house shoes and shuffled his way to the bathroom. He walked down the hall, passing Odysseus’ and Rosa Parks’ room. They were both still sound asleep. He made it to the bathroom and gently closed the door, careful not to wake his roommates.

One Simile Poem

Up is like down
When the only way is backwards
Tailgating success
But you are stuck in reverse
Thinking you were a born loser
Go directly to jail, do not pass go
You didn't recieve your 200 dollars
Your feet are off the break
And you rewind unwillingly
Liquid sadness coats your face
You cringe at the saltiness on your lip
You're speeding
You reluctantly check your blindspot
Forestation
A branch bursts through your back window
It pierces your skull
And continues through the winshield
Success turns on its right blinker
As your life slips away

That Lecture

On my way to school

Staring at the brakelights of an Acura

Mother behind the wheel, speedometer

Speeding.

Ge's Questionnare

1.What is your astrological sign?
Sagittarius!

2. What is your one obssession?

Lil Wayne!3.What irritates you?

People who talk too much about nothing!

4.What was the last book you read?

Checkouts Ge's Alternate Ending

Groceries in hand, he walked cautiously, making sure that every one of his steps would impress her. They silently strolled until they reached their destination. He immediately recognized a pendant that hung from her mirror. It was the Chinese symbol of love. His mind raced. Who could have given it to her? Did she buy it herself? Has her heart already been stolen? She instructed him to put the bags in the backseat, he did. He let her drive away without even getting her name.

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