NinjaPhil

His big white truck pulled up onto the hill. He turned off the engine and stepped on the parking break. The bandana bobbed on his head as he made his long strides up the pavement towards the school. There she was. Long, rich, dark hair. Full, oh so kissable pouty lips. She looked forward with content through those dark glasses of hers, pretending not to notice all the glances the boys were catching of her. As he passed her by he thought with finality, "Damn, I wish I was a rock-star."

The old man leaned back in his old, worn-out recliner. He had just finished hanging his long, silver-plated pistols on the wall. They rest uneasily on the wall as if one sudden movement and they'd go off. The swarthy, grey bearded man squinted at them as to sum them up. He asked them aloud, "You won't be doin any more smokin, will ya?" and he left out a heavy sigh. All of his life he had awaited this moment, and he wasn't sure what to do. All the gun-fights and saloon-brawls had brought him nothing but more trouble. He was sure he'd find love along the way but it was stolen from him like a mountain lion steals a coyote's pup. He tried to coun

I love my bed. It protects me from the world. Light does not dare to dance a crossed my bed in fear of being swallowed up! I drape the mighty sheets over my bed to keep the lonely night from disturbing my dreams… The covers spill from corner to corner filling the sky with stars. My bed sits silently like a guardian beyond the land of fog. I sleep for hours upon it's thick, quilted mattress resting my muscles and mind for the next day which I plead not come till I am ready. I yearn for the time to which I will spend sleeping with a lover… But, for now my bed is mine and it is my silent fortress. And whi

He sat up from his bed after being woken by a very lively, white dog. "It's time to hang fence" his father said, trying to usher the dog off of the bed while the boy pulled the sheets over his head. He mumbled something over his breath in hopes his Father wouldn't hear even though he wanted to scream for more than one reason. His feet shuffled over the carpet into the less then clean kitchen floor that he had deligently polished days before. He selected the cereal in which he believed would give him the most energy to start a day of toil and possible adventure, even though much of yesterday was still lingering in his mouth not to mention unbr