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“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.” It was the winter of 2025, the “Guppies” were in the second-floor robotics practice room. Suddenly, our team captain JP yelled, “Guys, we need to lock in!”, who spent the… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here,” Sylvie groaned as she buried her face in her hands. She hoped that when she lifted her head again, all of her problems would have vanished. Unfortunately for Sylvie, her… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.” I told my wife. In front of the fence of my house, one boy held a guitar in the middle of his arms; his gentle gaze rested on the girl… Continue Reading →
Now and Then Inspired by BLP Kosher By: Gavin Labonte Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here. I can’t do none of this out of fear, Everyone’s talking up all my gears. She does all that talking,… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.” I think to myself as I’m lining up for my 3rd race of the hot, sunny day. I grab the stick and hold the clutch on the fully built 2019… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here,” I said. The circus was much too chaotic for me. All the bustling people, yelling carnies, screaming children, noisy animals, the influx of strange smells, and the sweltering July heat… Continue Reading →
‘Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.’ I think. People are everywhere, people line the block and wrap around the corner. Pushing and shoving their way just to get a closer look. I don’t know where we… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.” She shuts the door firmly and lets out an exasperated breath. The afternoon sunlight peers in through the windows, accentuating the new wrinkles that frame her almond eyes. The days… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here,” said the principal, looking out at the sea of students protesting outside the school. Suddenly, a brick flew through the window he was peering out of, narrowly missing his right… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.”My mother says as we enter into my new high school. My mother has always had a snotty kind of attitude. She is always rude to people and believes she is… Continue Reading →
Welcome to the first Street Snippet for fall 2025. It’s been an interesting summer walking around the city. One of the snippets I heard in passing resonated with the voice of frustration in every city dweller at one time or… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” I mumbled and walked away without looking back, leaving that fast food store I always go to behind. The road on the way home stills the same as it always was, but the… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” Owen said. I laughed. “I still don’t understand how you could possibly dislike chicken.” “It’s disgusting.” My jaw dropped. “You’re lying to yourself.” He just shrugged like it wasn’t a criminal opinion. We… Continue Reading →
The Final Bite It’s hard to impress me with chicken. Each bite, sweet and crunchy, Glistening crispness covering the outer layer, Sweet honey mustard glazed across, Breathtaking scents hovering around. Steam rises up slowly. Spices curl around my nostrils. The… Continue Reading →
Listen. Be Present. It’s hard to impress me with chicken. The only thing I want is for you to listen. Listen to me about who I want to be – Or what I find funny, But most of all I… Continue Reading →
Chicken on Date Night: Yes or No? “It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” Some say, Yet others may remark— “It’s hard to impress me with caviar.” It all depends on what you prefer—if you think about it, that chicken… Continue Reading →
It’s hard to impress me with chicken. Until now. There was a time when chicken and eggs were just breakfast and dinner foods, nothing special. But everything changed when they soon became scarce. The shift came gradually at first, just… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken.” This is what I overhear the stuck up woman behind me say, as though she’s more important than whatever lesser population that eats chicken. But if you want to be impressed, don’t order… Continue Reading →
WARNING: If you get grossed out by any conventional means, don’t read this. It’s not pleasant. “It’s hard to impress Me with chicken!” Chains. I’m covered in chains. Waking up, The Contestant opened her eyes, realizing she wasn’t laying upon… Continue Reading →
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” she scowled as the dish was placed in front of her, the spices on the chicken holding a dark color, seemingly burnt. The side not even bringing anything to the visual appearance of… Continue Reading →