After hunting for several hours, we finally saw a large seal sunning itself on a

flat rock. I took one of the wooden clubs while Larry took the longer one. We
slowly snuck up behind the seal until we were close enough to club it over its
head. The seal slumped over and died. This seal would help us survive. We could eat
the meat and fat. The fat could be burned in a shell for light and the fur could be
used to make a blanket. We declared our first day of hunting a great success.
How had she been so wrong? All her instincts and intuition completely failed her
for the first time in her life. She had so heavily relied on both when making
decisions up until this moment and she felt a seismic shift take place in her self-
confidence. If she could be so completely wrong about something so simple as this,
how could she make decisions about really important things taking place in her
life? She wasn't sure what she should do next.
She had been told time and time again that the most important steps were the first
and the last. It was something that she carried within her in everything she did,
but then he showed up and disrupted everything. He told her that she had it wrong.
The first step wasn't the most important. The last step wasn't the most important.
It was the next step that was the most important.
Time is all relative based on age and experience. When you are a child an hour is a
long time to wait but a very short time when that’s all the time you are allowed on
your iPad. As a teenager time goes faster the more deadlines you have and the more
you procrastinate. As a young adult, you think you have forever to live and don’t
appreciate the time you spend with others. As a middle-aged adult, time flies by as
you watch your children grow up. And finally, as you get old and you have fewer
responsibilities and fewer demands on you, time slows. You appreciate each day and
are thankful you are alive. An hour is the same amount of time for everyone yet it
can feel so different in how it goes by.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they
might need. There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren't leaving
something important behind. Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off.
Thirty minutes later they were safe and that was when it dawned on them that they
had forgotten the most important thing of all.
Turning away from the ledge, he started slowly down the mountain, deciding that he
would, that very night, satisfy his curiosity about the man-house. In the meantime,
he would go down into the canyon and get a cool drink, after which he would visit
some berry patches just over the ridge, and explore among the foothills a bit
before his nap-time, which always came just after the sun had walked past the
middle of the sky. At that period of the day the sun’s warm rays seemed to cast a
sleepy spell over the silent mountainside, so all of the animals, with one accord,
had decided it should be the hour for their mid-day sleep.
There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons
didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This
was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true so he was having a difficult
time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the
sky above him.
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
She wondered if the note had reached him. She scolded herself for not handing it to
him in person. She trusted her friend, but so much could happen. She waited
impatiently for word.
It had been a simple realization that had changed Debra's life perspective. It was
really so simple that she was embarrassed that she had lived the previous five
years with the way she measured her worth. Now that she saw what she had been
doing, she could see how sad it was. That made her all the more relieved she had
made the change. The number of hearts her Instagram posts received wasn't any
longer the indication of her own self-worth.
It was supposed to be a dream vacation. They had planned it over a year in advance
so that it would be perfect in every way. It had been what they had been looking
forward to through all the turmoil and negativity around them. It had been the
light at the end of both their tunnels. Now that the dream vacation was only a week
away, the virus had stopped all air travel.
There was only one way to do things in the Statton house. That one way was to do
exactly what the father, Charlie, demanded. He made the decisions and everyone else
followed without question. That was until today.
She never liked cleaning the sink. It was beyond her comprehension how it got so
dirty so quickly. It seemed that she was forced to clean it every other day. Even
when she was extra careful to keep things clean and orderly, it still ended up
looking like a mess in a couple of days. What she didn't know was there was a tiny
creature living in it that didn't like things neat.
Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top
of the canopy. Ants used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the
creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at top speed from top to bottom or
bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the way it was
supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree
leaving a gap in the once pristine ant highway.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph?
Could I actually learn something from doing so? All these questions were running
through her head as she pressed the generate button. To her surprise, she found
what she least expected to see.
I checked in for the night at Out O The Way motel. What a bad choice that was.
First I took a shower and a spider crawled out of the drain. Next, the towel rack
fell down when I reached for the one small bath towel. This allowed the towel to
fall halfway into the toilet. I tried to watch a movie, but the remote control was
sticky and wouldn’t stop scrolling through the channels. I gave up for the night
and crawled into bed. I stretched out my leg and felt something furry by my foot.
Filled with fear, I reached down and to my surprise, I pulled out a raccoon skin
pair of underwear. After my initial relief that it wasn’t alive, the image of a
fat, ugly businessman wearing raccoon skin briefs filled my brain. I jumped out of
the bed, threw my toothbrush into my bag, and sprinted towards my car.
She had been an angel for coming up on 10 years and in all that time nobody had
told her this was possible. The fact that it could ever happen never even entered
her mind. Yet there she stood, with the undeniable evidence sitting on the ground
before her. Angels could lose their wings.
He was aware there were numerous wonders of this world including the unexplained
creations of humankind that showed the wonder of our ingenuity. There are huge
heads on Easter Island. There are the Egyptian pyramids. There’s Stonehenge. But he
now stood in front of a newly discovered monument that simply didn't make any sense
and he wondered how he was ever going to be able to explain it.
She had a terrible habit o comparing her life to others. She realized that their
life experiences were completely different than her own and that she saw only what
they wanted her to see, but that didn't matter. She still compared herself and
yearned for what she thought they had and she didn't.