That Moment....

That moment when younare coming home from.work last night and a group of people were in the unlit street on a dangerous curve and you had to slam.on your breaks to not mow them over. Wanted to lay on my horn i was so pissed (but i didnt)

......
This morning on the news, you find out that someone had been shot and killed at that same spot 2 hours after you passed through.
I often wonder whether I'll be more likely to run over a junkie so engrossed in skag that they're oblivious to their surroundings or a college student so engrossed in their phone that they're oblivious to their surrounding. 6 to 5 on the college student. As for myself, I worry about getting hit by an electric car. You can't hear those things coming. Even if you look, you don't always perceive. And there's a short circuit in our brains when you remove the prior ubiquity of motor vehicle sounds.
 
That moment when you draw blood a few times over, trying to assemble a part to stick onto a larger portion of a project, only to discover that not only did you put the part together wrong, but you damaged it beyond repair in doing so.

GIMME A BEER!

A writing project, you mean?

I can relate.
 
TMW you should be working on your WIP, you realise you should, you KNOW you should, but you're on this forum and there are four more threads to read and answer.

Sigh.
 
TMW you send your mom her christmas present late (its a digital frame).... and she calls you thinking this was your way of telling her you're pregnant 🥴

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literally JUST a frame that me and my siblings have uploaded our favorite photos to for her
 
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Are you too young to know that rabbits used to die to prove pregnancy? ;)

They what?!! :eek:

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In earlier days, a good opening sentence could win you a mention in the Bulwer-Lytton contest. I got one (an honorable mention) about twenty-five years ago.
DID you? I am so envious. Will you please share the line? Pretty please? I was distraught when the contest ended and crushed all my ambitions.

By the way, I hope the first line I just wrote would not be a good candidate for BL.
 
DID you? I am so envious. Will you please share the line? Pretty please? I was distraught when the contest ended and crushed all my ambitions.

By the way, I hope the first line I just wrote would not be a good candidate for BL.

I wrote this one last year. Alas, I didn't get anything. ;)

It was a warm and humid night, a night of hot humidity and humid hotness, a night upon which even authors' brains melt and they start inventing words and using very old words, a night of such humiditude and hottyuity that would be known in legendidity as that ever-known thing in legendarium as "a hot and steamy period between the setting of the sun and the rising of the sun"; upon such nights, i'faith, yea, verily, dark deeds are not committed, and the things that can be heard are dogs lying in the scalding shade and panting, the rumble of the refrigerator, and the donka-donka-donka of the upstairs neighbors on their foldout bed, exercising their conjugal habit of gettin' it on!
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Is it bad enough yet? ;)
 
DID you? I am so envious. Will you please share the line? Pretty please? I was distraught when the contest ended and crushed all my ambitions.
Well, you asked for it:

"I could tell you stories about this road we shall be traveling," the old man told his young companions as he leaned on his staff and stroked his silver beard, "of how it was built by Dwarves of the Barad-dur in the days of Thranduil the Great, numberless years before the Elves of the Ered Luin left their silver woods in Lindon, sailed their ships over the Western Sea, and passed from the knowledge of men, but what would you learn from these tales, except that I squandered my college years reading far too much Tolkien instead of meeting girls."
 
Well, you asked for it:

"I could tell you stories about this road we shall be traveling," the old man told his young companions as he leaned on his staff and stroked his silver beard, "of how it was built by Dwarves of the Barad-dur in the days of Thranduil the Great, numberless years before the Elves of the Ered Luin left their silver woods in Lindon, sailed their ships over the Western Sea, and passed from the knowledge of men, but what would you learn from these tales, except that I squandered my college years reading far too much Tolkien instead of meeting girls."
I stand in awe. I'm also giggling out loud. The honor was richly deserved.
 
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