He heard the song coming from a distance, lightly floating over the air to his

ears. Although it was soft and calming, he was wary. It seemed a little too soft
and a little too calming for everything that was going on. He wanted it to be
nothing more than beautiful music coming from the innocent and pure joy of singing,
but in the back of his mind, he knew it was likely some type of trap.
It really didn't matter what they did to him. He's already made up his mind.
Whatever came his way, he was prepared for the consequences. He knew in his heart
that the sacrifice he made was done with love and not hate no matter how others
decided to spin it.
All he wanted was a candy bar. It didn't seem like a difficult request to
comprehend, but the clerk remained frozen and didn't seem to want to honor the
request. It might have had something to do with the gun pointed at his face.
It was always the Monday mornings. It never seemed to happen on Tuesday
morning, Wednesday morning, or any other morning during the week. But it happened
every Monday morning like clockwork. He mentally prepared himself to once again
deal with what was about to happen, but this time he also placed a knife in his
pocket just in case.
I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of
explanation for your behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's
no way that I deserved the treatment you gave me without an explanation or an
apology for how out of line you have been.
It was a good idea. At least, they all thought it was a good idea at the time.
Hindsight would reveal that in reality, it was an unbelievably terrible idea, but
it would take another week for them to understand that. Right now, at this very
moment. they all agreed that it was the perfect course of action for the current
situation.
The answer was within her reach. It was hidden in a box and now that box sat
directly in front of her. She'd spent years searching for it and could hardly
believe she'd finally managed to find it. She turned the key to unlock the box and
then gently lifted the top. She held her breath in anticipation of finally knowing
the answer she had spent so much of her time in search of. As the lid came off she
could see that the box was empty.
Where do they get a random paragraph?" he wondered as he clicked the generate
button. Do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that
moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and
his world would never be the same.
The shoes had been there for as long as anyone could remember. In fact, it was
difficult for anyone to come up with a date they had first appeared. It had seemed
they'd always been there and yet they seemed so out of place. Why nobody had
removed them was a question that had been asked time and again, but while they all
thought it, nobody had ever found the energy to actually do it. So, the shoes
remained on the steps, out of place in one sense, but perfectly normal in another.
Love isn't always a ray of sunshine. That's what the older girls kept telling
her when she said she had found the perfect man. She had thought this was simply
bitter talk on their part since they had been unable to find true love like hers.
But now she had to face the fact that they may have been right. Love may not always
be a ray of sunshine. That is unless they were referring to how the sun can burn.