Quote from Sigur Ros

"&það besta sem guð hefur skapað er nýr dagur" = "the best thing god has created is a new day"

Street Performance

Here is my favorite part of it since its so long :)

Moving on the waves of sound and swaying back and forth Ella made the music come alive. Soon both Dylan’s and Ella’s instrument cases were filling up with green cash and silver change. With her fingers vibrating she made a rocking sound and the crowd cheered loudly. Shifting up into third position she countered Dylan’s melody with her own solo. Dylan rolled his eyes at her but smiled and kept on strumming while keeping his hands moving across the metal strings. When the song neared the end Ella jumped onto the concrete ledge and sat just beside Dylan as they ended in unison. Silence filled the park and then was cut down by the millions of palms crashing together and whistles scaring the pigeons.

Writing Prompt

Since its going to be like 60 degrees today i want to write about what i'm going to do when it gets fricken hott for once...
1) Wear shorts and a tanktop to bed
2) Be lazy
3) Get a job--->very needed.
4) Go to the beach; yeah thats actually up in the top 3 things I wanna do first when it gets warm outside.
5) Have a fan on me when I sleep cause I like the sound.
6) Drive with the windows down.
7) Stay up wayyyy late all the time.
8) Buying summer dresses--oh yes thats going to be amazing.
9) Walking outside becomes fun.
10) Get a gym membership.
11) The sun makes your seasonal depression go away wih some good vitamin c which means tannnninnngggggg.
12) Reading on the beach.
13) Partys.
14) Move out.
15) Go to college.
16) Go swimming outside for once.
17) Bask in the wonderfullness of myself.
and more :)

Random

deep black oceans
cheap green swirled smooth stones
sea gulls caw with the force of distance
squishy grains of sand
gusts of wind blow down the deserted walkway
wood creaks beneath the tired feet of thousands
nails protrude through the rotting wood
the sky sings the tune of rain
lightning is angrily clashing with the bleak clouds
i miss my second home.

Novacain for Relationships

V.3 of 55 Word Short Story

Janelle’s cell phone vibrates as she drowsily wakes up from her nap. Her boyfriend Cam’s name appears flashing and Janelle immediately tenses anticipating war.“Hello?” Cam is uncommunicative but suddenly says,” You’re a liar... I hate you for it.”

The phone becomes a mix of dial tone and black numbers as Janelle disconnects herself alone.