In the middle of the afternoon the city streets were oddly silent and empty as odd bits of litter flew in the wind. There were no cars; in fact the city was devoid of even the background noise that such a metropolis would produce giving the air a feel of total isolation. There were signs of what had happened of course crashed cars, dropped briefcases, and brown splashes of dried blood across the pavement. Somewhere in the distance there was a moaning followed by a scream and then silence.
Still there were signs of the human in habitants of the city in the form of barricaded windows and doors with wide eyes staring out from between crack
How are we out of burgers! This is bloody Burger King! Jesus Christ almighty. You know what happened?
Leprechauns.
Yeah that's right leprechauns. Those bastards came in while we weren't looking and stole all our damn stuff, how else to you explain everything disappearing on us? The Spicies, the fries, and now the burgers all of them were victims of the damn bastards! They came in while I was getting a soda and stole the food.
Well I'm tired of it. I've already ordered a defense system for this place. Auto targeting turrets that'll blow these little bastards to pieces. Then we can take the little bits and turn them into burgers. We got to h
In the middle of the afternoon the city streets were oddly silent and empty as odd bits of litter flew in the wind. There were no cars; in fact the city was devoid of even the background noise that such a metropolis would produce giving the air a feel of total isolation. There were signs of what had happened of course crashed cars, dropped briefcases, and brown splashes of dried blood across the pavement. Somewhere in the distance there was a moaning followed by a scream and then silence.
Still there were signs of the human in habitants of the city in the form of barricaded windows and doors with wide eyes staring out from between crack
How are we out of burgers! This is bloody Burger King! Jesus Christ almighty. You know what happened?
Leprechauns.
Yeah that's right leprechauns. Those bastards came in while we weren't looking and stole all our damn stuff, how else to you explain everything disappearing on us? The Spicies, the fries, and now the burgers all of them were victims of the damn bastards! They came in while I was getting a soda and stole the food.
Well I'm tired of it. I've already ordered a defense system for this place. Auto targeting turrets that'll blow these little bastards to pieces. Then we can take the little bits and turn them into burgers. We got to h
They Told Us:
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
Writers, poets,
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at
To be honest I'm sort of a bad writer. I can write well but when it comes to stories and such I lose interest quickly or have no structure.
I do however rant very well and do so constantly, especially when stressed. So I figured I would pop a good one on every so often as a piece of work, that way at least I'm not a total lurker.