Invisible to everyone
He was up at 2:19 am, staring blankly at an LCD screen hoping for companionship. But his yahoo messenger was completely baron. He needed to bear his soul to someone but it seemed all his friends were too busy being offline. He didn't have many friends mind you, but those he had, meant a lot to him. He helped them through all sorts of struggles, yet now in his time of need, they were nowhere to be found. But it didn't matter to him, he typed up a some choice words and sent an instant message to all his unavailable friends. He didn't use any fancy words or beat around the bush, he was precise, frank and to the point. Normally he wasn't like that at all. He was the type of person who would go to great lengths never to hurts anyone's feelings. He would be careful when vocalizing his thoughts and would apologize for saying anything even remotely hurtful.
A scathing reply
The words seemed so unfamiliar, so unlike him, so alien. He was fairly disgusted with himself for typing what he did and yet he clicked on the send button with zero hesitation. This little message would do the talking when he won't be able to. It would signal his final thoughts and his final fall from grace. It would clear out any misconceptions of him being perfect and prove to everyone that he was still fallible and human. But everyone around him had refused to acknowledge this fact. They treated him as though he were superior and put him up on a pedestal. To them, he was a shining example of hard work, perseverance and intellect. He was their benchmark, their standard, their pride and joy. So at the height of his abilities he became arrogant.
He stopped loving his unique gift and started using it as tool to further himself with little or no work. He felt he had already done so much work before, so why not ride the benefits of his success. Why toil in further hardship when he can bath in everyone's adulation? He felt like he was on top of the world, but soon that feeling subsided. His latest endeavor proved to be far from fruitful. It disappointed all his friends and family and left a hollow feeling deep inside his core.
Just can't do without
He contemplated all of this as he sat in the chair and rubbed his red, swollen eyes. He had been sitting in front of the monitor for a solid 4 hours and his eyes were twitching erratically. His eyes were used to the blinding assault of the lcd monitor, but this time they behaved differently. Torrents of water gushed out of them as they could no longer contain his grief. In fact he was leaking from every facial orifice, including his nose.
The glowing monster
He picked himself off the chair and shook the numbness out of his legs. He gingerly walked out of the room and towards the verandah. He opened the lock and began sliding the heavy iron gates apart. They seemed heavier than before as if trying to impede his progress, but his will was greater than theirs' and he heaved the gates open. They rattled open announcing their disapproval but were soon left speechless, as the boy embraced the night sky, and took flight. The boy's computer suddenly saw a visitor, a little announcement that someone was now online.
You helped me in exams out of the kindness of you're heart. I didn't ask for your help, and I didn't think you'd expect me to be your humble, loyal servant. Is that what you meant in your IM when you said I had no gratitude? Well what do you want me to do, stroke your ego? Fine you're the smartest boy in class, I'd love to be as intelligent and well loved as you are. There happy? Feeling better about yourself now, huh? I realize you're upset about today, well none of us are doing cartwheels either. Blame yourself man, because you didn't work hard enough.
Face it; you thought you were so brilliant, that you didn't need to toil like the rest of us. Well just get over yourself, okay? All this stupidity over getting a C in A'level Biology, you're so damned immature. I'm sick of hearing about this, news flash I got a D and I'm still happy. Most of your friends straight up failed and you're crying about a C. Thank your luck stars and stop being a drama queen already! And if you're gonna keep talking about commiting suicide, I suggest you jump out of the balcony already and save me the trouble of strangling you.
Are you online or what, ya jerk? Did you sign out after you're crazy speech and go to bed? Hello??? BUZZ!! Or are you just ignoring me? Answer me dammit! Okay I guess you want some privacy right now. Just don't do anything stupid and I'll see you tomorrow. I bet you're still logged into your yahoo as 'invisible to everyone'.”
By Nabil Ahmed
Worst analogies ever
# He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
Joseph Romm, Washington
# She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
# The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
# McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.
# From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.
# Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake
# Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."
# Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
# The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
# They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth
# The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
# His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free
# The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
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