Chocolate Ice Cream and Popcorn

Everyone likes chocolate Ice cream, don’t they? Also when you go to the movies everyone loves popcorn, right? Well, I guess I don’t, don’t like chocolate ice cream, and don’t like eating popcorn at the movies. Don't know why though.

Chocolate ice cream its…it's just to rich, don’t you think? Well no you probably like it lots. But I guess people have different tastes to different things. I MEAN everyone has different tastes to different things. (I've got to stop 'guessing'.)

Now popcorn, you say, ooo…ooo…gimmie! Me do I say that? No. Its just soo salty and buttery. (And if anyone didn't know, I don’t like butter either. It's just sooo fatty and tastes all oily.)

Now I'm not making any of this up. It all comes form the heart…umm I mean taste buds: D

A Tell-Tail Heart

Witness's point of view

"I gingerly ran my ran my finger under cold water for a long few seconds-for there was an abrasion on the left side of it. The reason was I was lighting the fire was due to the cold weather.

"I was clad in warm clothing, in my favorite armchair -the old blue on by the fireplace-with a glass of water in my hand. (I was dehydrated because I had to stock up at the market on the families and mine inventories. I usually drink tea if I'm up this late.) Sitting back in my chair, I picked up my favorite book The Simulation of the Bee Epidemic. I always get so deep into that book that barley anything snaps me out of it.

"Reading in my warm living room I heard a loud thud from next door, I tried to endeavor to keep reading and not peek through the curtains. Though I was reading the words on page 167, I was not listening to them. Just then I heard the most gruesome scream which spread a grimace across my face. I could derive it came from next door again.

"I thought it was nothing serious, or maybe it was? I didn't know. I remember it electrified me when I heard that piercing sound and then I kept on 'reading'. I started saying things to my self: should I call or not call the copp'as-you. I surmised something WAS wrong so I succumbed to the note, 'or not'.

"I ran to the phone by the front door and dilled your number in a cursory manner and waited for someone to pick up on the other line. I told you to come here because I thought something suspicious was going on next door. Though I didn't have anything o corroborate me statement.

"I was pacing until I heard the faint trot of horses hooves down the dark road. They were getting louder and louder until they stopped outside my house. I rushed out side and saw you get out the cart. And that’s all constable."

"Thank you miss, we'll go and look around next door, have a good night now." The police man said in a deep voice, and then the walked over next door.

Identical

I'm picky about lots of things: food, colors, smells. But one thing that I'm not sure about is when people dress their twins or triplets in matching clothes. It really bothers me that twins or triplets almost always have to dress the same. I think it gives then no individuality which they should have, even from an early age. I recently saw two identical grown-ups in a super market the other day. they were wearing the exact same skirt, shirt, shoes, and haircut. they looked like one was looking at her self through a mirror. I mean don't they want to be individual at all?

Excuses

When the maid left and summer started meant no more school and lots more mess. The sink was heaving with dirty dishes by the end of a humid day. And the floor was sprinkled with dust and crumbs. We, us kids would have to do the washing dishes and sweeping the floor of that kitchen every night after dinner. Dreading this time we would always trek through it making excuses: "I need to go to the bathroom", "I need to get the used glass from my bedroom." But we always got dragged back to finish up. We always let our maid clean up, which makes us inexperienced in that area. So maybe we should occasionally take our little turn too; and not get used to not chipping in

I Remember

I would often say," remember the time when…"
But that phrase would often lead to a negative time that had happened closely before.
We occasionally fight
Instantly creating regrets.
We have good times too
But they are not cherished enough
In the photos that were left on the window sill
Were in the process of being looked at
But faded in the sunlight.
The moments we share
Turn onto memories we try to keep
Which are remembered,
But mostly forgotten
We have times when things evoke these precious fortunes
And we cherish those times most.
Though I would often say," we fought that other day,
Remember that, I'm sorry."
I didn't say," remember yesterday,
When we had a lot of fun."
These beloved occasions I want to hold on to more cautiously.
So when there not always around
To make these lovely memories happen
So I can say to my self, "I remember,"
And I'll be content.