The Naming of Depression

Today we have the naming of depression

Yesterday we had stress related issues of personality.  And tomorrow morning

We shall have anxiety caused by every day.  But today

Today we have the naming of depression

This is your dysfunctional brain which analyzes your every mistake

These are your emotions distressed by the instability of surroundings

This is you powerless to change that which does not work for you

Others decide what you should do with your life.  Your path is predetermined to suck

These are the circumstances under which you live

The reason you are unfulfilled.  It is not your responsibility

The only way for the world to change is for somebody else to step up and do something

Somebody competent, who can tell you exactly what to do

Eliminating the possibility of failure

This will leave you happy.  You will never have to worry another day in your life

Everything will be perfect

Satisfaction complete

Today, we have the naming of depression

Hills Like White Elephants

It was a perfect day.  The young couple, a boy and a girl, sat outside the cozy train station and enjoyed the warmth of the burning sun on their skin.  In their hands they each held a large, chilled Don Cervezas.  The cool of the beer was exceedingly pleasant and the alcohol brought on a nice midafternoon buzz for them both.  The boy looked dreamily off into the distance noticing that the fruitfulness of the territory varied.  In some places green vegetation grew easily.  In others the soil was completely infertile.  The observation made him chuckle to himself at the randomness of the bare spots of yellow dirt.  Meanwhile the girl leaned her head back against the wooden railing.  This is life, she thought to herself.  Just like the boy, she knew that worrying was for imbeciles.  She would drink if she wanted, she would enjoy her life to the fullest.  As soon as they reached a large city, she would just get rid of it.  She had to give herself credit for being so intelligent.  Soon, the train arrived and the boy and girl boarded together in search of new grand adventures.

200 words as an author of Comedy.

Passion

He danced down the sidewalk with an elegant precision in each step.  The swift movement of one foot in front of the other prepared him for the next jump.  He landed within an inch of perfection at the tip of his toes, regaining his balance instantly.  He pictured how they would react, the crowd.  They would know instinctively, as did he, that this would be the Grande Finale.  The most crucial of moments, in which the true value of his entire performance would be substantiated.  A collective sigh would go through the crowd in anticipation of either a failure or an epic display of control and willpower.  He drew in a short breath, tensing his calf muscles to the extreme and leapt through the air pirouetting three times, landing impeccably clean.  Sitting head bent over knees, he felt the cool of the autumn air.  He felt the sweaty moisture dripping from his forehead down the tip of his nose and onto the pavement.  He felt the fuzzy ball of warmth spreading from the pit of his stomach and all the way to his vibrating fingers and toes.  Finally he looked up, smiling.

I have chosen to write about the abstract notion Passion, as a part of a piece of fiction.  

 

Exquisite Corpse

Your humongous car kills the insane superhero

My big superhero calms her dog

The dog usually bites the haunted mailman

His awesome hat lies on the blue carpet

His hilarious roommate makes the extreme coffin

(Kristine, Søren, Sebastian, Martina og Bianca)

A day in the life of a backpacker-by Christian and Kristine(Kris)

Two American backpackers were walking down Cockburn Street late at night. Sounds of a Burrowing owl and a Nightingale followed them. They were casually dressed, though the girl wore some shiny smashbox lipstick. On one side of the road they saw signs saying “graffiti it`s a crime”, although the walls were covered with it. On the opposite side of the street a sign saying “No trespassing. Violators will be shot, survivors will be shot again” guarded a private yard. The large houses were finally replaced by regular shops such as Ben and Jerry`s and Chipotle as they reached the bus stop through a street called “The Shortcut Road”. The girl, Sarah, needed to use the restroom. On the restroom floor was a sign telling her to be cautious of the wet floor, and by the sink another sign that said "Remember to wash your hands…to stop infection." By the restroom standard she would certainly follow the advice. As she was about to exit she noticed a poster giving information about a star called Sulafat (Tortoise in Arabic). She grinned when she noticed the “I <3 turtles” that was scribbled next to it. When she got back to boy, Kevin, a mother and child had also arrived and were awaiting the bus. The child said: “A, big bus, big bus, a big bus. Are we going to take the bus? A big bus, big big bus!”. His mum replied: “Yes, we are taking the bug bus”. The child continued: “Black bus, black bus. Are we going to take the black bus?” His mum answered: “That may very well be!”. Finally, the bus arrived and they found their seats. The bus ride was hours long so they decided to make the best of it by reading. Sarah continued on her thriller “Sharp Objects”, whilst Kevin, who was into politics, read an article about Il Duce Benito Mussolini. Early next morning the bus arrived at the destination. Due to the long bus ride they decided to go for a stroll to stretch their legs. While they were walking they overheard a group of people doing some activities in the park, which was filled with people, acrobats and jugglers. The conversation went as follows: Boy: “Is this a proper stretch exercise?” Girl: “Hell no, pull your other leg in as well.” Other girl: “You`re such an awesome couple” Girl: “We are actually not a real couple.” Boy: “Yeah, we just live together cause the rent`s way cheaper”. The girl smacks the boy. As the backpackers started talking to the group they learned they were going to attend an anti-warfare march later that day, which they invited them to come along to. The backpackers went to a shop to acquire paint, nailer and a glue gun, to build a life-sized Bazooka for the march. Afterwards they attended dinner with the group were they among other things ate Japanese bunching onion, Walla Walla Sweets and Fingerlings. This was a day in the life of a backpacker.

Wait a Minute!

Wait a minute, let me talk to....you.  I feel like we have been drifting apart lately.  I don´t know you anymore and it´s super awkward whenever we meet.  What am I supposed to do?  Are we meant to be together, as I thought the first time we saw each other, or is this all in my head. You tell everybody else but me that you care, but I feel like you´re trying to appear like the nice guy who is reasonable and not to blame for anything.  Or maybe it is true that I am sometimes a huge bitch, who does not listen or care about the opinions of others, because I am so selfishly stubborn that I am unable to consider the doubts of another.  When you say that you care and you miss me, maybe I need to accept that.  I know you, you are indifferent always.  But do I know you?

Selfishly Stubborn

Selfishly stubborn so am I you say
But what are you per say
Your crooked fingers point my way
I am the one at fault you say

Snitchy bitchy that´s my name
I´ll take the blame
For your reckless shame
A foolish game