What how why?!? Of course my childhood dream is to eat an ostrich. 🙄 Oh well, here it goes.

*Eats*

*Gags*

Wait that's actually good...

*Eats more*

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lol save the streak...

Let go and move onto a real job lest you get stagnant don’t look at me up hail right! Don’t look! Keep at the fork! Turn down and don’t go into that dark tunnel. Don’t give up and don’t give in heed on don’t even try it unless you deny it, I’ll beat you and hit you and you won’t be able to catch your breath heal or get wonked at the head keep Right?...

I grew up with one dream. To be like my mama! She was so strong and good at providing for me and my little sister. Having a strong career and showing us how to be strong even when sad or scary things would happen. She taught us to look to God when things got hard.

Well I turned 18 last month and everyone has to complete their childhood dream before they can move on to a real career. But I’m not ...

I wanted to be a movie director


My stories screened by projector


What’s real anyway, not an opinion


Won’t we be given complete dominion?


Stop living timid, in constant fear


Suddenly I can see things quite clear


I shoot my shot and shoot my movie


Is this what it feels like to fulfill a duty?


One that was heavenly orchestrated


So many blessings completely wasted


If only I could sleep a lit...

He always wanted to be an astronaut even though his grade went there

Daydreaming through life about his ideal life and job and family

Reality was he was destined to be admin assistant or warehouse house clerk

That wacdinevtiig he dreaded hated he felt he was a loser and he could but bear it

Either a dream world or reality and he chose the dreamworld...

I don’t want to stop playing around.

I don’t want a real job.

I want to keep playig with my toys with my imagination.

I want to ride a tiger in the Amazon forest.

I want to become best friends with a tiger I don’t want to do a 9 to 5 job.

I want to feed a tiger.

I want to sky gaze and star gaze.

I want to find the end of a rainbow.

I want to Keep playing this magical game of life.

No 9 to 5 job....

Silence. Again.

Crickets.

Again.

“How can this be happening?” He thought to himself.

Seven years of nonstop writing and performing had amounted to nothing.

Unlike his other friends growing up, he knew exactly what he wanted to do in life since day one. When they did a talent show in his elementary school, he did a SpongeBob impression that “killed.” From that point on, he knew this was it. ...

I’m 17- 4 months away from the day when I’ll need to choose a “suitable job”.

My childhood dream was to be a princess, looking back, I wish I would have chosen something else. Being a princess isn’t exactly realistic, I’ve been trying to fulfill this fantasy since I was thirteen.

I have four months to do it. Four months.

Everyone in this town completed theirs. I don’t want to be a failure.

We m...

Scott sat in the waiting room of the office, examining the clock. It had read 8 when he arrived. Now it read 12. He glanced at the receptionist. She still sat staring straight ahead. She hadn’t moved since he had checked in hours before. Once or twice an hour the door opened about halfway to reveal another bald man in suit and glasses. They all had looked almost identical. He had only been able to...

Pain sizzled up Barack’s calf. Stifling a curse, he hobbled to a chair. In the near dawn darkness, their bedroom was a minefield. One of Willow’s matchbox cars, a bright red Corvette, was tangled in his sock. Head in his hand, Barack rubbed his foot. Every part of him ached this morning.

He’d promised Faith that he had stopped working the case. Barack had kept his word about checking out master’s...