the world is mine

the bomb has been detonated. Luckily I was swift enough to have escaped in homemade space box. So there I was floating away in the milky way galaxy, surrounded by my barrier of a glass sphere. It was pretty glorious, watching the earth explode. All was well and then i heard an unexpected boom. Before i could turn i heard a voice say,
"hello" in such a way like i have known them for my entire life.
I turned and saw her and I said, "who are you?"
"Me? I've always been out here," she said.
This was followed by silence as I didn't know what to say.
"ISn't this a great view?" she said.
"I don't really think that my planet exploding is something that I should be happy about."
"It is 2012 and my father did come."
With nothing left to say about the dooms day I preceded to floating away, away from the woman that i felt I had known for my entire life.

Everyday Point of View

I was so bored. I swear this line isn't moving at all. i just wanna get checkout and get gone.

He stood in line with the only look of everything but bliss. You could take one look at hiim and know that he wanted to get the hell out of there.

He stood with a look of frustration. How he desperately wanted to push all the othere people out of the way and to exclaim how important it was for him to checkout.

I've always hated driving in traffic. IF i could change anything in the world it would be to somehow abolish all traffic jams.

The way he sat in his car was as if he were contemplating commiting suicide. He sat back in the car seat and blasted the radio to avoid falling asleep.

The truth was that he wished he could fly to escape the traffic jam. What he did not know was that others right around him thought the same thing.

I thought to myself that I was going to screw up. The second thought was that I had prepping for this moment ever since little league. I knew what I had to do.

The pressure was on him. Full count and bases loaded, he was the last persont that could make a game winning play.

The home crowd, realizing the stakes of what was ahead, held their breath. Sweat perspired onto the batters forehead. He could feel the adrenaline gushing through his veins. He knew the only other thing to to was to completely focus on the next play.

I was so nervous. It was like I were asking a girl out for the first time. It took me all the way back to junior high when I was shy.

He stood backstage trying not to sweat. Oh how angry he was at his boss for making him do this assignment.

If only he were venal like his other food absorbed bosses he could have brought in his special doughnuts. His boss knew this would make him angry, and out of spite the employee went up on stage and instead of positively introducing the boss he bashed on him and talked about how corrupt he was. The thing was he did not realize how hyporitical that was.