Apparently both the Mcdonald's and Burger Kings in Japan have these special black colored burgers.
Am I a total weirdo for wanting to try them?
Bad MemoriesBad MemoriesBad Memories by Noratcat
The computer screen shone within the dimly lit room.
His pale face stared at the glowing glass portal.
Tired eyes unblinking as he scanned the images.
Everything had blurred within the last few days.
He hadn't shaved, barely ate, drinking only cold tap water and munching on stray bits of candy.
The words before him clumped together, broken up by varying paragraphs.
Adventures between friends, tales of fancy, bonds of parenthood.
Fantastic stories to the eye, but he couldn't help but wince.
Disgust swelled within his heart, but he didn't know why?
Mommy? Bloom? Crossover? All the words went together.
Praise and criticism; the latter he focused more upon.
Then it hit him and with that he leapt from his chair.
He needed a walk, something to shake off the memory of being a pony writer.
Same Old ThingSame Old ThingSame Old Thing by Noratcat
Every day the same thing.
In and out like clockwork.
Standing behind a plastic top counter.
Papers scattered above and below, coupon and sales enlisted.
Feet against carpet floors, voices speaking amongst the aisles.
Questions come like a rainstorm. Torrential drops of “Where is this item?” or “Do you carry?”
Moods elevating upward and down; not even the air condition can regulate.
All in all its the same old thing: The life of a cashier.
Parental PrideParental Pride.Parental Pride by Noratcat
There he lies upon the hospital bed.
Machines working to keep him alive.
He can't hear, or speak, or is even aware of his surroundings.
Swollen face, puffy lips, bandaged head.
Why didn't he wear a helmet? Why was he drinking?
Stupidity at its finest. A string of many impulsive decisions.
It was said parents were supposed to provide good examples for their children.
They were supposed to know everything.
Yet they are only human, just as everyone else.
I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks: hot and sticky.
I want to say so many things, but only one sentence comes to mind:
“I'm proud you're my father”.
But I wonder if I meant it?
Gabriella Poodle's Summer Gorging 2Submerged in a deep state of sleep, the darkness of Gabriella’s room concealing the bright outside world-coupled with the cool breeze of her ceiling fan-provided the utmost comfort for her to lazily lay on her bed; oversleeping more so than she normally did in the past. Absorbed in her peaceful slumber, she was uncharacteristically still, unlike her usual wobbling self during her morning activities. It wasn’t until the sudden growling of her stomach that she inhaled a plethora of air before sighing through blurry eyes.Gabriella Poodle's Summer Gorging 2 by CollinFatRat
She awoke on her side, face laying on a large pillow as she looked to the empty boxes of food in front of her. Yawning, she literally rolled out of bed, too lazy to use her limbs to crawl off the mattress. She landed on the floor with a soft squelch, the absence of food not producing a symphony of sloshes afterwards. She stretched her limbs and lumbered over to her curtains to let in the sunlight, squinting as her eyes adjusted. As the world became mo
Current Residence: Chicago Illinois|
Favourite genre of music: Japanese or anything that's good
Favourite cartoon character: Zuko (Avatar), Mandarin (SRMTHFG) Templeton (Charlotte's Web) Adder & Weasel (AoFW)