Welcome, Dear Readers, to this Sunday’s edition of Gregory’s Bible Stories. Every Sunday Gregory attends Sunday school and every Sunday he comes home and retells what he learned. 631 more words
Tags » Humour
In this quiet moment, a Sunday evening in the breakroom of the local community blood center, one ponders the tragicomedy we call a society, where the perception of one’s place as a temporary confluence of sets of states of energy is like a morning fog, a label for congregated globulets of hydrogen and oxygen atoms naturally attracted to one another, a density of visual impairment we may describe in tones of romance (two lovers walk hand-in-hang along the fog-enshrouded Seine), suspense (the detective lost track of the murder suspect in the pea soup floating over London), mysticism (the Buddha manifestation flowed down the Indus Valley with the warmth of lotus petals)… 111 more words
A poorly formated screenplay based off of a Reddit writing prompt about Nicholas Cage not knowing he’s an actor and just thinking that sometimes people film him and that money just shows up in his bank account.