Society is like a cardboard box. And this cardboard box has rules. You must stay inside the box. If you leave the box, the box will follow you and pull you back.
All you can say is, you have to feel bad for the man. The things that happen to him are quite hilarious, but it must bring him lots of pain-on the inside and the outside.
If I could describe humor I would say humor is a quality that people have that makes them seem funny to other people. Humor is something people have that makes them a funny and lighthearted person.
My Dad, sold. My sister, sold. My dog… wants food. My Mom… not convinced. I want my family to move to Mars. I want to start fresh and breathe new air. Not from a different country or anything like that, but a new planet.
I had been ditched. My best friend for 5 years just abandoned me. I was speechless. I could not produce words to come out of my mouth. Last recess I had played with the new girl, and the next, she was gone. I could only hear.
Sometimes I wonder why humans can't make inventions to fix everyday lives. Like an invention to stop the glaciers from melting or to suck some of the carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere. How would these inventions change the world?
The stars were shining especially bright tonight. The boy looked up at the individual white dots on a canvas of pitch black, then he looked down at his feet. Suddenly, he noticed a flash of white.
When we were born, the island itself was tethered to the mainland, and then there was no longer a mystical floating isle in the sky, just like that; all that was left was a lifeless chunk, frozen in time, trapped on Earth.