(Tweet #1) I sit in a wicker rocking chair in the middle
of the field. The water comes down in sheets.
(Tweet #2) I want to get up. Run through the rain like I
used to; smiling. A rainbow would be nice.
(Tweet #3) It’s so dark. All I can see is the smoke from
burning bails curling up into the air, White on the black horizon.
(Tweet #4) The muck covers my boots, dirt turned to mud
from the rain. This farm was never fit for crops. A good place to fly a kite
though.
(Tweet #5) I sit there, close my eyes, and let everything
go. I feel free.
(Tweet #6) The black above me morphs into something new.
The colors of the rainbow stretch across the now blue sky.
(Tweet #7) I’m smiling now; my eyes shining with joy. A
bright red kite drifts past me. I take hold.
(Tweet #8) The little red kite pulls me up, higher and
higher. I look down at my farm. That’s when I see my body below.
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(Tweet #9) It was cold. He stood there, bare-foot,
looking at the dryer. He decided to jump in to a word of fresh, warm sweaters.
(Tweet #10) The snow slowly drifted down and landed on
the abandoned streets. The lights reflected off the ice. What a wonderful
world.
(Tweet #11) He sat on the sidewalk, playing guitar; His
hat on one side and his dog on the other. Somehow, in that moment, life was
good.
(Tweet #12) Finnegan stared down at his obese cat, lying
on the couch, belly to the sky. “You have it all, don’t you?” He sighed.
(Tweet #13) Champ the cat looked up at his owner. Licking
his lips, he thought “You have it all, don’t you?”
(Tweet #14) “One of these days I’m going to do something
great” he thought. And so he did.
(Tweet #15) She sat in the tree, way above the busy
schedule of the city. This was the only place she could think.
(Tweet #16) He had a bite. He set the hook, and reeled
in. He was happy at first because he caught a big one, but sad when the big one
ate him.
(Tweet #17) Paul looked at his masterpiece of an omelet.
It was perfect; it even had a sprig of rosemary on top. He looked at the clock.
Late for work. Again.
(Tweet #18) The
night I was batman was the best night of my life. Hanging upside down, fighting
crime, driving the bat-mobile, all that jazz.
(Tweet #19) If I could fly, life would be complete.
(Tweet #20) He looked deep into her eyes, and in that
moment, he knew he couldn’t live without her.
(Tweet #21) The look in his eye, the smirk on his face; the
way he wears his leather jacket like he is all that matters. My loathing is
almost uncontrollable.
(Tweet #22) I’m walking and it’s raining. That smell.
That unexplainable sensation of freshness engulfs my whole being. I can do
nothing smile and dance
(Tweet #23) She is surrounded by people who care for her
more than she could ever know, yet in this moment she feels more alone than
ever.
(Tweet #24) The eighty-year old man smelled of prunes and
pea soup, just the way he liked it.
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(Tweet #25) The gun felt cold and heavy in his hand. He looked
at the stranger behind the cash register who was refusing to “put the money in
the bag”
(Tweet #26) “I’m sorry friend” he sighed as he pulled the
trigger. He hated his job.
(Tweet #27) He never got used to the sound of a gunshot echoing
through the silence, or a limp body hitting the floor. Even in his line of
work.
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(Tweet #28) Sam stood there and looked himself in the
mirror. He looked like a man, in his suit, with his classy beard and slicked-back
hair.
(Tweet #29) Sam was
a man, and he was ready to live the rest of his life with his lovely bride.
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(Tweet #30) He looked out on to the beautiful city below
him. It made him happy because he realized how amazing life is. He smiled.
(Tweet #31) My first sip of water in three days tastes like the purest thing on earth. It's impossibly good.
