My Notes
Okay, so this is one of my very few attempts at writing something that's actually funny so it's going to be a little vivid (or in this case really vivid) but this whole comedy aspect of things is just an experiment so enjoy!
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There is this couple and the girl in the couple has already gone to the hospital 3 times because she thinks taht something is wrong with her, all 3 times her boyfriend goes with her and all 3 times the doctors say that nothing is wrong with her. On the third visit to the hospital the doctors gave the girl the 'all clear' like both the times before.
"You know all these visits to the hospital is really starting to remind me of the story called The Boy Who Cried Wolf." The boyfriend said. However this comment doesn't seem to put the girlfriend in annoyance.
"Do you want to hear a joke?" The girl asks.
"Yeah sure." The boyfriend replied.
"Have you ever heard of the nursery rhyme Jump It?" The girl asks.
"No, what's that about?" The boyfriend asks.
"It's a funny little story about my fist in your face and you jumping off the next pier that I see the next time you make that comment again!" The girlfriend explained smiling as she said it.
The moral of this story you might ask? Well that's simple, clearly the girlfriend was annoyed.
#whoknew?
My Notes
Okay, so I decided to do a little experiment in regards to my humour in writing. This could go either way...nevertheless enjoy and please let me know what you guys and girls think!
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Well, here goes nothing!
The grey double doors opened and closed, they have done for a while now and in my observations I deduct things about people's life, who they are and why they have come. I saw a man dressed in a suit, a businessman by the way of his walking if not his suited appearance. I saw a man and a women holding hands, a ring on his finger, they were obviously engaged. I saw a man who never spoke but only glared at all, even me, at some point more than once. I saw a pregnant women holding their mother's hand, their assumed husband steadying his supposed wife's back as they entered. The doors opened and they closed again like they had done many a time before . A man stood, middle aged by the look of the wrinkles upon his face but soft wrinkles for he was still young, of the age of 39 maybe but nevertheless still ageing. This man wore a simple brown jacket, grey top, navy blue jeans and white sneakers, like any other but there was something about this man. The way that he stood at the double doors, holding a bottle of water in his hands; water that seemed to have a yellow tint it. I wasn't the only one who noticed this man as he stood gazing around the room, watching all of us, every single one of us and then his eyes came onto a boy that stood staring at him.
"Before you ask..." He told the boy "...this here is apple juice." And with that the man took a sip of his 'water' and walked away. Not a moment earlier the awestruck boy took hold of his mum's arm and shook it in a excitably.
"Mumma! Mumma! That guy just drank his own pee!" The boy told his mum but the mum said nothing, I mean what could she say; after all she was reading a newspaper the whole time!
Thus ends this tale.
If only it wasn't this way then maybe things would be different. It didn't have to end this way but somehow it always did without fail it always came down to this she thought looking out at the narrow window, her only communication that she had with the outside world. It had snowed last night and most if not some of the white snow drizzled on the green land of Germany however spotted snow from when the light rain had washed over most of the snow away. It seemed so easy to have most if not some of that snow almost all of it washed away, it's a wonder she thought, if only life were that simple. A tear rolled down her face, the first tear of the day, a tear that I will cherish she thought as the tear fell down her cheek and onto her clasped hands. This was her own isolation this was her own desolation.
