darebear9

Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Mozart- The 17th son of William the slob, who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Assistant under-secretary of only ok. He trained every day for 4,246,993 days and 2 hours in order to beat his rival, The Horrendously ugly (like if Miley Cyrus and Charlie Sheen had twins that hooked up and had more babies) Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Mozart- The 17th son of William the slob, came armed with a flaming sword of fire-y flaming fire-ness and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Mozart- The 17th son of William the slo

A young woman named Robin Sparkles loved making art, and practiced sculpting with melted down barbie parts all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical dry raincoats, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic La-La-Land, and a portrait of Ronald McDonald that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby piggy-bank missing its head for inspiration to return to her. The next morning,

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after rusty screwdrivers because you'll only end up with a empty bottle of pepsi in your infected gallbladder." I never quite understood his advice until one Not-A-Father's day, I was gardening with my best friend Mary Poppins. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was disease-ridden and spooky sounds came from deep within. Mary Poppins saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Johnny who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Medieval Jouster. He trained every day for 74,000 hours in order to beat his rival, The Imperfect Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Johnny came armed with a dress and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Johnny emerged as the sweet victor! His achievement is celebrated every President's Day.

Today is the day when life ends.. For me anyways. When the small spark of energy, Once glowing bright in excited eyes, fades into pure nothingness. Just like everything else. I guess. Does it have to? Everyone knows nothing can last but you convince yourself- till the last minute- there might be hope you can save it. You're a fool, wallowed in your own failure. Failure and self-pity. Saving nothing. As if trying to keep a candle burning though you watch the fire dim with each slowing breath. Can you save it? Will it go? Will you stop your own breath? Maybe if you stop- it'll last. Please try to fade out those awful thin