It doesn’t sound like that will ever be on my travel list.
The lyrics of the song sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard
It caught him off guard that space smelled of seared steak.
Improve your goldfish’s physical fitness by getting him a bicycle
He dreamed of eating green apples with worms
The three-year-old girl ran down the beach as the kite flew behind her
Her scream silenced the rowdy teenagers
There’s a message for you if you look up
He drank life before spitting it out
The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along
The door slammed on the watermelon
Tom got a small piece of pie.
He went back to the video to see what had been recorded and was shocked at what he saw
She saw no irony asking me to change but wanting me to accept her for who she is.
You’ll see the rainbow bridge after it rains cats and dogs.
He had reached the point where he was paranoid about being paranoid.
He wondered if it could be called a beach if there was no sand.
He had unknowingly taken up sleepwalking as a nighttime hobby
All they could see was the blue water surrounding their sailboat.
Sometimes I stare at a door or a wall and I wonder what is this reality, why am I alive, and what is this all about