Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2010 19:15:30 GMT -5
I'm bored so these are just some random detailed descriptions I have just made up spontaneously
My head felt dizzy, my lungs hurt yearning for fresh air, my blood thickened and my heart began to pound. My eyes stung and my nose hurt from the awful stench. How could anyone with stand this torture? I couldn't breathe, my lungs had dried up, my mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert itself. I felt sick but I could only stand there and somehow act like nothing was happening to me at all. The people in that group near by were laughing, each person breathed out giant fumes of smoke and held a cigarette in their hands. How can they stand the stench? I had no idea how but i knew that i never wanted to smoke in my entire life.
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I sat there in my seat, we were watching a boring yet interesting movie. Our teacher looked at us and smiled, "That kids, is what we called a type writer. It's what they used to use." Everyone in my history class burst into laughter. Later on somebody asked, "How did those people know that person's phone number?"
The teacher explained, "Probably used a phonebook." Despite myself I felt happy enough to joke around by saying, "A phone book is what they used to use back then." Every kid exploded into giggles even the teacher. It felt good to be funny and free like this too bad I can't be like that all of the time.
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I sat at the computer thinking, my thoughts were trying procrastinate me from my work but pushed on, trying to think only of optimistic things. But after a hard long, exhausting day of insults and work all I could think of was in a pessimistic point of view.
My head felt dizzy, my lungs hurt yearning for fresh air, my blood thickened and my heart began to pound. My eyes stung and my nose hurt from the awful stench. How could anyone with stand this torture? I couldn't breathe, my lungs had dried up, my mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert itself. I felt sick but I could only stand there and somehow act like nothing was happening to me at all. The people in that group near by were laughing, each person breathed out giant fumes of smoke and held a cigarette in their hands. How can they stand the stench? I had no idea how but i knew that i never wanted to smoke in my entire life.
* * *
I sat there in my seat, we were watching a boring yet interesting movie. Our teacher looked at us and smiled, "That kids, is what we called a type writer. It's what they used to use." Everyone in my history class burst into laughter. Later on somebody asked, "How did those people know that person's phone number?"
The teacher explained, "Probably used a phonebook." Despite myself I felt happy enough to joke around by saying, "A phone book is what they used to use back then." Every kid exploded into giggles even the teacher. It felt good to be funny and free like this too bad I can't be like that all of the time.
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I sat at the computer thinking, my thoughts were trying procrastinate me from my work but pushed on, trying to think only of optimistic things. But after a hard long, exhausting day of insults and work all I could think of was in a pessimistic point of view.