LightHouse
I’m trying to write for fun. I love humor and thought this would be a great outlet for my creativity.
LightHouse
I’m trying to write for fun. I love humor and thought this would be a great outlet for my creativity.
I’m trying to write for fun. I love humor and thought this would be a great outlet for my creativity.
I’m trying to write for fun. I love humor and thought this would be a great outlet for my creativity.
I got a call to inspect my next sell. I drove up to the property and saw potential. I felt motivated as a real estate agent looking to sell this property. The property is beautiful. I walked through the door and could see the hospital looked band new. It’s going to sell fast. As I walked through the door I noticed how busy it was by the amount of moths smacking me as I walked inside. I’m not sure ...
I was walking from work back home in a dark ally. I lived in a neighborhood that had high crime. I never felt safe. The neighborhood looked haunted at night and almost like a ghost town. There was never any light or window light on that showed people home. It creeped me out. In the day, the neighborhood was nice with white fences and beautiful architecture but looked like a hunted ghost town at ni...
I’m sitting here with my friend Bob at the beach. We are looking up at a house in shock. I wonder how it got there. It was a beautiful house. The color was nice, and there were outside windows, but who was going to clean up the mess after it fell and crumbled to a million pieces? Bob said the house resmbled the Manapoly game peace. I believed he was right. We had both smoked weed and felt the effe...
I was walking down the street to my local coffee shop. When I looked up and, notice a man climbing a sky scraper, I first thought the building is a little dusty today. Then realized he has no equipment. That is a very unprofessional window cleaner. As I kept my eyes on him I noticed him climbing the building like Spiderman. One hand after another, like he had gule on his fingers. Moving so gracefu...
I’m sitting here and all of a sudden have writer's block. It seems that writing is not my strongest skill, but one I am interested in continuing and my biggest critic is sitting at my desk staring at me with what looks like an expression that could have so many meanings. His name is Mitttens. It's all I could think of, because when my hands were cold in the winter, all I had was a pair of mittens,...