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I boycotted a religious symbol once. I joined because my friend asked me to (yeah, I was a very gullible high schooler, I can think of so many other things that would be more important to demonstrate against now). Ironically, I got my picture on the front page of the newspaper and I was the only one at the boycott who actually didn't care about the issue.
It would be easier to say that the only one I probably wouldn't commit is lust.
All the time! I'm kind of notorious in my family for doing exactly that.
At least Eeyore would be quieter.
Detective stories are stereotypically full of over-the-top metaphors: "The villain's hand stroked the cat the way his sins stroked his black soul. His voice, rough as the city's nighttime streets and twice as terrifying, barked orders to his lackeys. They scattered like parents who just realized they forgot to pick up a child from school." Write a short scene using some of your own extreme metaphors and similes. Submitted By |
He had eyes like quiet swamp pools. At first glance they were dark brown, empty and still. But if you watched long enough, you could see flashes of hazel and green, as if ripples had spread from some unseen creature living in the depths or a wind had stirred a shaft of sunlight into the meer. Some people might have found it handsome. She only found it disconcerting. Those eyes must have been what made him such a good detective.
If you were an alien and came to Earth, what would you tell the folks back home about the planet, its people, etc? Submitted By |
Kill them! Kill them all!
Water in cup, tea bag in water (usually green or cinnamon), heat for 90 seconds, forget about it for 15 minutes, take out tea bag, then adulterate with 2 sugar cubes and occasionally a spoonful of flaxseed.
Previous coworkers have discovered that 'sampling' my tea is a very bad idea.
