The Letter

I don't know if you'll see this. But I love you. I don't know you, but I love you. I walk by this bench everyday, and you sit here eating your lunch, not knowing that I remember you. Not knowing that I can picture your face when I've gone, and left you to your lunch on the bench. I don't know your name, or how old you are. I don't know if you have lots of family, or have none. I don't know what you like to do on your off time, or what your favorite food is, but I love you anyway. One of these days I might work up the courage to let you know, but for now, this letter will have to suffice. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow.

I set the paper down on the bench, and walk away, grinning. I'm going to make someone's day tomorrow... or make them thing they have a stalker. Either way, it's a good prank.

Pulled

The words tonight feel as though they are being pulled from me. As  though  every  letter  is  a   struggle.  The more  I  try  to   write  the  harder   and  harder  it   becomes   to   form   a   coherent  thought.    My   need   to get   something  down,    and   out  of    my   head,    and   onto    the   computer,    is    overriding    my    need   to    sleep.  What's      that     you     say?     Sleep?    Sleep    is      a      wonderful     thing     I     used     to   do.....

Book

The book. A friend. A journey. An adventure waiting for you to being it. How many times have I lost myself in it's worn, cinnamon scented pages. Nothing will match the feeling it gives me. No technological marvel will ever match the wonderful feeling of holding a book in my hands, of smelling the ink, and paper. I will never forget you. Never replace you. You will forever hold a place in my heart dear friend.

Lizard Cowboy

"I've never..."

"Shush." he held a finger to my lips. "I'll take care of everything."

He ran his knuckles down my cheek, and I closed my eyes. Slowly he moved his hands down, and began to lift up my shirt.

Suddenly the door burst open and we were interrupted by a lizard man in a cowboy hat.

"Don't do it! If you have sex with him now the entire universe will be thrown out of balance!"

My jaw hit the floor. "What the hell is going on?!"

I sat up gasping. Wide awake now, I looked around at my room and my familiar things. It was just a dream. That's it. No more jelly oranges before bed.

Bartender

CRASH!
What now?
I took a deep breath and looked up. A fist sized fleshy rock hit me square in the nose. I doubled over, holding my head in my hands.
"What the fuck!" Screaming I ran around the counter into what I realized was a full on bar fight.
I grabbed the shirt of the nearest brawler to me, and yanked back as hard as I could. He gagged on his shirt collar, and fell backwards into my knee. Leaving him rolling on the floor I moved further into the fray.
I felt a hand grip my shoulder. Ducking down I turned, swept his feet out from under him, and moved on. I'd had enough.  I jumped up on the bar and grabbed a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.
I raised the bottle in the air. "Everyone sit down or Johnnie gets it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The room fell silent.
"That's better."
I climbed off the counter, and poured myself a shot. Every eye in the room followed my hand as I lifted the glass to my lips, and let the amber liquid it slide down my throat.
There is at least one upside to being a bartender.

Anything

I work hard. I don't sleep much. I'm tired. I know one of these days it's going to catch up with me, but I'll worry about that later.
I put my energy drink down, and focused on my laptop monitor. The words on the screen blurred together, making what should have been an expertly choreographed paragraph look like a kindergartners book report.
Bah! it's not that hard! Only a paragraph or two, and I can go to bed.
Like a flash of light inspiration hit, and the words flowed from my fingers like water.
Finished!
I spelled checked my work, clicked publish, and closed my laptop, happy in the knowledge that if I set my mind to it, I could in fact accomplish anything.

Ball

I pick up the ball. I bring it back. There it goes! Woohoo! I got it!
I pick up the ball. I bring it back. There it goes! Woohoo! I got it! 
I pick up the ball. I bring it back. There it goes! Where'd it go? Where'd it go? Woohoo I found it!
I pick up the ball. I bring it back. There it goes! Where'd it go? Where'd it go? I can't find it, so I run back, smiling.
OH! There it goes!