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There is many ways to show love it depends on you how want to show her your feelings....🧡 #shayadwriter #captionpost #honeyprince #smalltales #terriblytinytales #tinytales #valentinetales #poetryvalentine #loveisintheair (at Love Point) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8d8PW0hG0H/?igshid=1lfyq80q2nrq0
The Thief of Time – A WASTE story for #SmallTales @AlexWattsEsq
Long day? Thought so. But you’re wrong about why. It’s not your mood. It’s not subjective. It’s –
Think about all the days you’ve wasted, all the time you’ve killed, waiting for something to come along. Squandered afternoons when you really should have been getting on with…the housework; that project; calling your mum.
That time has to go somewhere. It’s there for you to fill. And if you don’t then you should know that it will find you.
That Friday that goes on forever and the weekend never comes? Those are all your wasted hours, coming back to waste you.
Waste #Smalltales @dafinchinator
“Escuchame–don’t you dare waste this. Your papi and I didn’t travel this far for you to daydream and throw this away. Ya?”
“Claro, Mami.”
“English!”
“Of course, Mother.”
“That’s my Mira.”
But she was afraid, so during recess, while the gringos played and chatted, Mira hid in the book alcove, listening to her teacher make a phone call.
“So, I’ve got an illegal immigrant to deal with… I know! I’m not an a language teacher and I have 24 students already… It absolutely will end in disaster. She’ll fall behind, act out, drop out… Integrating these kids, it’s just a waste.”
Waste @PerksObeingMeh #smalltales
We kneel before an altar lit by two candles. "I don't understand why you've brought me here. It's all... just a fairytale to me," I mutter. Hanna has been trying to "save me," or whatever, ever since we'd met in college 5 years ago. I love her, but I gave up on God years ago. "Just, wait. I have to tell you something and I wanted to do it here," Hanna answers. "Your church? Why? Look, you're not going to change my mind. You're wasting your-" Hanna faces me, taking my hands. "I have cancer, Kara. I'm going to die."
#SmallTales – The Remembrance of the Creators (Waste) @baboonicorn
“Hear a tale, my boy, not often told, of how the Creators in Their wisdom made the world. Pluck’d from the heavens, the brightest shining stars; They put their light into our eyes so that we might see. They made the land from Their own bodies, and the seas from Their tears of joy at their creation. Before long, all that was left was their waste, stinking, foul and depraved, and from that filth, the First Men shaped their gods, to whom we give praise and obeisance to this day. The Creators, beneath and all around us, lie forgotten.”
Waste (2) #SmallTales @Glitter_Brawl
The bin liners stick to my hands and shins. I've no idea whether or not the clothes in them are clean; all I know is that they're mine. The sweltering July sun begins to rise in a room that used to be ours. Nothing has that label now. You are on the bed, crying. I pack hastily, clumsily. I need to leave before the cocktail of guilt and exhilaration makes me sick. In a few days the life we spent eight years building will have been erased; consigned to a series of memories. I'm yet to decide whether they are ones I wish to keep. I'm sorry for wasting your time.
Poundland #SmallTales @SoosieTweets
June is actually the cruelest month. She teases me into a lilac summer dress then tricks the cardie from my back. I’ll show you fear in a thin cotton dress caught in town in a thunder storm. I head to the brown fog of Costa. To sit it out, write my smalltales words. And there a wise woman divines from her window seat throne; without cards & over a cake spilling cream, it’ll soon pass. Except it doesn’t. I’ll have to go to the pound shop for some inner peace and a brolly that probably won’t even last the journey home.
WASTE @MonkeySpangles #SmallTales
You call it a waste of a life; I prefer ‘noble self-sacrifice’. You hurry your kids past the door of my squat, but you should bring them in, give them the tour; show them what chronic addiction looks like, and smells like. My reality is your best defence against them following this path, but you cloak me in mystery and euphemism, and it leaves them wondering. You hate me, but you need me. I am a cautionary tale come to life, if only you knew how to tell it.
