Here is a selection of true stories from around the world last week.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the previous month.He had lost his job there.
2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came home one night from the pub and got into bed next to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped out of the bed."Who are you?'' asked the man."You aren't my wife."Actually the man had accidentally gone into his neighbour's house.The neighbour had left the back door open as she was waiting for her husband to come home.
3.Helpful advice of the week
An Italian was driving along the motorway when his cousin phoned him on his mobile.He told him to drive more slowly,because the police were waiting a few kilometres ahead to catch drivers who were going too fast.The driver slowed down,but two kilometres later the police stopped him and gave him a fine.They had seen him using his mobile phone while he was driving.
4.Animal story of the week
Nurse Katie Parfitt from Manchester couldn't understand why her cat was behaving so strangely.The cat came home,attacked her bed,and then jumped on her plate while she was having her dinner.Then it fell asleep and began snoring.The next day when she spoke to her neighbour the mystery was solved.The neighbour had seen it earlier that evening in the local pub.One of the customers had given it a drink of rum.Luckily,it has not become an alcolholic!
5.Honest citizen of the week
A man in Baltimore was arrested last week when he tried to become a policeman.When he filled in his application form for the job,he answered "yes" to the question,"Have you ever committed a crime?"When they questioned him,the man admitted he had stolen a car a few months before and he had robbed five people in Texas.
6.Romatic hero of the week
The passengers on a German bus were amazed when their driver suddenly stopped the bus,got out,and began hitting a man who was making a phone call in a public phone box.First,the bus driver hit the man twice.Then the other man hit the bus driver very hard with the phone.The passengers were left sitting in the bus,and the bus driver was taken to hospital-he had discovered the day before that his wife was having an affair with the man in the phone box.
1.Price of the week.
James Bolton,who is unemployed,was very excited when he won first prize in a raffle last week.The prize was a weekend for two at a hotel in Bournemouth on the south coast of England.Unfortunately,he was less excited when he saw the name of the hotel.It was the hotel where he had worked as a porter the previous month.He had lost his job there.
2.Mistake of the week
A 33-year-old Norwegian man came home one night from the pub and got into bed next to his wife.The woman immediately woke up,screamed,and jumped out of the bed."Who are you?'' asked the man."You aren't my wife."Actually the man had accidentally gone into his neighbour's house.The neighbour had left the back door open as she was waiting for her husband to come home.
3.Helpful advice of the week
An Italian was driving along the motorway when his cousin phoned him on his mobile.He told him to drive more slowly,because the police were waiting a few kilometres ahead to catch drivers who were going too fast.The driver slowed down,but two kilometres later the police stopped him and gave him a fine.They had seen him using his mobile phone while he was driving.
4.Animal story of the week
Nurse Katie Parfitt from Manchester couldn't understand why her cat was behaving so strangely.The cat came home,attacked her bed,and then jumped on her plate while she was having her dinner.Then it fell asleep and began snoring.The next day when she spoke to her neighbour the mystery was solved.The neighbour had seen it earlier that evening in the local pub.One of the customers had given it a drink of rum.Luckily,it has not become an alcolholic!
5.Honest citizen of the week
A man in Baltimore was arrested last week when he tried to become a policeman.When he filled in his application form for the job,he answered "yes" to the question,"Have you ever committed a crime?"When they questioned him,the man admitted he had stolen a car a few months before and he had robbed five people in Texas.
6.Romatic hero of the week
The passengers on a German bus were amazed when their driver suddenly stopped the bus,got out,and began hitting a man who was making a phone call in a public phone box.First,the bus driver hit the man twice.Then the other man hit the bus driver very hard with the phone.The passengers were left sitting in the bus,and the bus driver was taken to hospital-he had discovered the day before that his wife was having an affair with the man in the phone box.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the seconds of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three more seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these seconds in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo bitch die, bitchy whore. That last comment doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it said roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if you want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love you Janet. I don't know who wrote you love poem rhyme thing but I love you too!
Is It True You Lie?
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True You Hate Me?
Is It True You Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True You Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True You Like Me Crying?
Is It True You Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True You Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True You Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True You Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True You Let Me Call You My True Bestfriend When You Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were fire red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.
Why you shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why you are mad.
Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not by blood, then by what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time writing in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.