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~The pile of papers hums in that way people do sometimes.~
I have never heard it to be used that way before.
~A paper slips out, detached from what one could reasonably assume was at one point a dictionary. On it reads:
Chronological: (of a record of events) starting with the earliest and following the order in which they occurred.
"the entries are in chronological order"
Further defined as:
calculated in terms of the passage of time rather than some other criterion.~
This is my personal understanding of the word.
Consuela de la Morrela and Definitely toby
As a writer, the word is both immuniating and mentally demolishing.
The desert in the sky
Yeah! That's where we are this time. Maybe tomorrow we'll be in a snowy biome
It was in 9th grade biology probably idk
I honestly cannot imagine what biology term you believed that to be and I am further confused by its' use in your sentence now. But alas, confusion is to be human I suppose.
I'm in favor of ignoring the Canadians too.
A student, Thick-Billed Longspur, and Definitely toby
~A pile of papers sigh in relief seeing an employee.~
Could I get, perhaps your least toxic root beer please?
Brocklandia and Definitely toby
Least toxic ... Least toxic ... Um ... Ennie-meenie-miney ... Here you go, a randomly selected root beer that statistically runs a one in five hundred chance of being the least toxic one.
Now, drink up, because the odds won't always be that good. The next brand, for example, will have only a one in four hundred and ninety-nine chance of being the least toxic.
Neutrality Foundation, Zany Zanes, A student, Consuela de la Morrela, and 1 otherDefinitely toby
We actually have a fountain, it's fairly non-toxic.
Motions to a corner where the fountain glitters and puts a mug on the counter.
Feel free to slake your thirst.
Brocklandia, Neutrality Foundation, A student, Consuela de la Morrela, and 1 otherDefinitely toby
...
So many choices...
~The pile of papers fall to a heap, descending into a pile of anxiety.~
Brocklandia and Definitely toby
lies on the beams
I don't care about the monsters. Or the living reaper. Or the grim reaper.
I'M SLEEPING HERE TONIGHT! Not tying myself there. That was dumb. I'll just....
Float if I fall this time
[Takes a thread of hair]
[Flys away with, into the impenetrable Bird House]
Brocklandia and Definitely toby
moves in sleep
[Ties hair thread to a voodoo doll-] ["accidently" drops it outside into the busy Bar] [completely loses sight of it. Shrugs and goes to watch the funny bird tv channel]
Brocklandia and Definitely toby
I asked for a big beer 12 hours ago. Should I travel back in time and destroy the founder of this Bar in revenge? Too much talk about animals and ignoring here, instead of doing the real bar job!
begins to transform in dinosaur Karen with laser eyes
A small keg of beer rolls suspiciously out of the kitchen door, and after a few seconds the spigot pops off; amber liquid spilling frothily over the floor...
Fetches mop and bucket🪣
We're employed here, but that's not the same as working here. *Shudder!*
Oh, all right. Here you go: One large beer, as requested, made out of only the finest hops and flavored with honey and the tears of the innocent.
Is this foreplay, or are you applying for a job? Either way, it's too soon, much too soon.
falls off the beams and rebreaks the table
still asleep
falls through the floor and floats out
still asleep
floats back to the beams
How about we start it now?
Um
Poetry contest starts now! The theme is anything you want and the genre is a ballad!
(if a certain someone apologizes they get third place on the spot no questions asked)
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