The Insanity of Pi_What Wus Witnessed_Emeline, Resolved_Don't Stop and Smell the Flowers
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The Insanity of Pi
You like Pi? Point. Me? I really hate pie. Alot. Because pie is really freaking disgusting! Do you want to know why I hate it? Hard Crust. It’s just such a dramatic pastry! Okay, it’s not really dramatic. I’m being dramatic. I just really hate pie.No one pays attention to Pi at all. They’re always getting distracted by all the stupid pie. And then I realized something totally amazing! Maybe they just don’t know how cool Pi is! Obsessing about pie? Not Pi? Pie is gross! But, the absolute logic and insanity of pi! Its Beauty and Majesty! The Circumference and Diameter of Circles!It’s Amazing! Th...
What Wus Witnessed
What Wus WitnessedThe weather was cooling, he could feel the chill through the window over the sink, the light too was changing it no longer made his steel shine when the sun shone on him. His full name was Wusthof Classic (TM) but his friends called him Wus, at least to his face. He was created in Germany but only when he was in use could you truly appreciate his eight inches of superiority. He’d been spending most of his time lately standing at attention on the magnetized knife shelf with his siblings and a few knives of a more domestic nature. The owners of th...
Emeline, Resolved
Resolutions for the New Year That Are Manageable and Doable and Stick-To-Able So Help Me God or May My Hair Fall Out Do not give yourself more than ten resolutions, Emeline. Last year you gave yourself eighty-seven resolutions and finished three of them, and one didn’t count. Let’s keep it to ten, shall we? That’s more than enough. If you do all ten, then next year, you can make more resolutions. Although, hopefully, you won’t have to, because you’ll have less wrong with your life. Won’t that be nice? Return all those books about bathroom renovation to the library. You are never going to renov...
Don't Stop and Smell the Flowers
Juniper stood, hwww.onedoor.ccands on her ample hips, smiling down at a mound of loose dirt. She'd just finished poking her finger into the soft dirt one to two inches apart, dropping different flower seeds into the holes and softly spreading the dirt back over them. The dark brown soil stood out like a stain along the white brick of the house, but soon beautiful wildflowers would be poking out, decorating her front lawn.She held her dirty hands up to inhale the wet earthy smell of the dirt as the soft hum of a motor approached in the distance. She turned to see Mr. McMahon's red Volkswagen turn into the ne...