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Every day for an hour, she stared at the

  • Every day for an hour, she stared at the crystal apple, willing it to move, melt, burn, shatter... anything. And every day it sat glimmering, mocking her... every day until today.
  • It jumped in her hand unexpectedly, but only after she had channeled her strongest level of anger at it, willing it to shatter into a million pieces. Anger, that was the key!
  • Easy enough to destroy small things with her mind, but she had to be in a real snit for major calamities. Just waiting in traffic could take down an overpass.
  • "God damned traffic." she muttered as she stared at the bridge full of cars ahead of her. "To hell with it." With her telekinisis, she blew up the bridge, killing millions.
  • Chris Christie hung up the phone, pleased. "That'll teach 'em not to mess with me again," he growled. 10 minutes later, she strode into Christie's office to collect her reward.
  • She held out her hand. "What?" Christie growled. "Governor! You said there'd be a reward!" "I have no recollection of such a statement" he said. "Plus I was an athlete in school."
  • Governor Christie pulled a hero sandwich out of his belt and bit hard. He chewed with extreme prejudice and eyed me sullenly. "Great, thanks a lot," he lamented. He was in a foul
  • mood. "That damn Heinz Ward and Heinz Field and Heinz Heinz Heinz" he kept saying. God I want some ketchup. That's what this sandwich is missing. And love, like my mothers meat
  • load a la mode. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
  • ! I did a dramatic face-plant in my bowl of vanilla ice cream and passed out in pure ecstasy. Hours later, I awoke to my cats licking my face clean and purring. To each his own.

1 Comments

  1. 49erFaithful Sep 11 2014 @ 12:09

    LOL, was that really supposed to be meat load? Or typographic serendipity? Must have been a helluva big bridge.

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