There was a trick to whistling with a blade of grass; a trick that Stephen could manage but for some reason whenever Mary tried, it was damps hands and shredded foliage instead of whistles. “Don’t worry,” he told her, cleaning off her hands with his sleeve before snatching up more grass by the roots, “I will teach you.” He showed her how to angle the blade against her lips, to blow over the blade and send sharp slices of sound flying across the fields between his house and hers. “When I marry, everyone in the audience will have to whistle as I walk down the aisle; everyone except for you.” she said. “I won’t have to whistle,” he whispered, leaning in close, “because when I grow up I’m going to be the one marrying you.” Prompt taken from: Five Sentence Fiction
Now I was supposed to do this a couple of weeks ago. But for those of you who know me, asking me do get something done that is not deadline specific is close to asking me to do a triple backflip. I may do it, the likelihood of it taking place is just very low. But when it comes to promised favours I just have a sieve like memory, it’s a struggle to keep thoughts from slipping through the cracks. Anyway, back to the original point of the post. Those of you following will have already seen that some of my friends are somewhat creatively minded, (and completely off the wall.) Now I’ve been told that my blog is apparently drawing in a reasonable amount of traffic (this may be an overstatement) and that as a ‘friend’ it seems reasonable that I will try and introduce those who read my work, to the fantastic works of those I know. Now I have no problem with this. I really don’t mind including such pieces as Amber …
In my sixth form we have all received our exam timetables. This of course means that each of us had received a form to inform the exams officer that he has done his job correctly and non of our test clash with each other. We basically get given a green sheet of paper with an empty box, and in that box we have to write the world nil… Now surely you’ll be asking, if the sheet was just thrown away then surely the exam officer would just assume that everything was fine with the timetable? No. To do so would ensure months of sarcastic taunts and angry notes, life is just easier when you do as the exam officer says. Unless you’re Jad, the resident Pokemon, who somehow always manages to fail on all three counts. This year she only managed to fail on two, and Jad being Jad could not just write the word nil. Well of she’s going to risk the wrath of the exams officer, she may as well do it with style!
We all have that one friend (or for some of us those few friends) who cannot fail to make us laugh. When one of your best friends turns up to lessons dressed as a Pokemon there us little that will then spoil your mood. These are the people who make is realise why life is quite so fantastic and why I always remember that no matter how mad my writing seems, real life can always beat it.