Kaferara

Hello. My name is, well, my name is not important. So, hello, my name is Irrelevant, and I want to tell a story. I talk to people all day, every day, and yet, I fail to ever say anything. I want desperately to say something worthwhile, to have a story to tell. Maybe you're exactly the same, or maybe you haven't got a clue what I'm talking about, either because you've already accomplished this goal or because you have not yet realized how ultimately useless your daily words are. For you lucky folk who have made a real difference with your words, be thankful. If you fall into the latter category, hang on to it with both hands. Once the realizat

"Don't do it, man." "Oh yeah? Why not." "Because we'll get freaking caught, that's why. Let's just drop the whole thing and... I dunno. Get something from the vending machines to explain our absence." Jeff looked down at his friend. "Nah. I'm going through with this." "Alright, fine. Your funeral. I'm going to the vending machines." Devin turned around and started walking away, in hopes his friend would chicken out and follow him. "Okay, then. You do that" Jeff called as he proceeded to lift the ceiling tile and move it to the side so he could enter. Devin turned around and started walking back to the corner shelves. "Come on, Jeff! You're go

She woke with a start, her heart hammering, and took stock of her location. She was in her bedroom, nothing seemed out of place. She relaxed fractionally. Then she heard a stir beside her and a mumbled, "What's wrong?" She flipped over to see his face and relaxed completely. "Nothing, sorry. Go back to sleep. It's," she glanced at the bedside clock quickly, "three in the morning." He smiled. "Like that one song." "Yeah. Like that one song." He blinked and woke himself further. "Come on now though, what's up?" "It was just a dream, it's okay. Nothing's wrong." "Well, what was the dream about?" She sighed. "It was nothing, just drop it." "I'm n