Broken fortune cookie

Broken fortune cookie

A Poem by No one
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Fortune cookie message. Angel's Lady inspired me to enter this in the contest. I changed it around a bit to fit the theme. I thought about putting in something with bad grammar and misspelled words to make it seem like a real fortune cookie message. But m

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To someone you know, your time is more valuable than a golden bowl full of diamonds. Make certain you know who that is.

 

Lucky numbers: 7 13 44 32 23

 

"This cookie tastes like chalk," she said, and spit it into a napkin.

"I didn't know anybody actually ate the cookies. You're really brave. What's the fortune say?" I said.

"It says to kiss you."

And she did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 No one


Author's Note

No one
I know I should have put some grammar problems. I know.

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Oh my gosh, this was so perfect. I honestly smiled, a real
big one too, at the end. It was just awesome. I don't
think that a longer version of this would have been as
magical. Wow. I commend you for these wonderful words.
And really, the best thing about words is that you can do
anything, make any person do anything, pull a dream through.
And that's just what you did here.

--Vanessa Alyse

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Perfect, as is.

Very creative.

I like much.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my gosh, this was so perfect. I honestly smiled, a real
big one too, at the end. It was just awesome. I don't
think that a longer version of this would have been as
magical. Wow. I commend you for these wonderful words.
And really, the best thing about words is that you can do
anything, make any person do anything, pull a dream through.
And that's just what you did here.

--Vanessa Alyse

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well that's just a really nice fortune! Why the heck don't I ever get fortune's like that? ;)
Great write. :) I enjoyed it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


you forgot "in bed". Don't you know ALL fortunes should be read followed by the words "in bed"?!?!? : )
So great that she kissed you! Love that part. And....rumor is....if you don't eat the cardboard cookie...the fortunes don't come true!!! What a cool concept - glad you were motivated by it. This was a fun read....and I got to say "in bed" hehe. Wow I'm stupid silly today. Lack of sleep. Delirium. The best free high there is. Or not. : )
Confucious say: The people may be made to follow a path of action, but they may not be made to understand it.

Don't even ask me why I felt the need to quote Confucious! lol But....it's the only one appropriate for the kissing I could find!! : )

Posted 15 Years Ago


cute...

Posted 15 Years Ago


I think it works well as it is. It was very nice. Its simplicity was moving. It reminds me of something that should be in a movie and something I wish actually happened in my life. So much for dreams...
Thanx for writing!
♥Destiny♥

Posted 15 Years Ago


You next life be one favorite. No don't be too fass tell.

Lucky Numders: 2 9 0 k 1 m 8 12



Posted 15 Years Ago


love a good flash fiction piece. it's hard to find a good flash fiction piece. but this does it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I like it, its very cool. i enjoyed it. its been the most different one i have ever read on here very very cool

Posted 15 Years Ago


The fortune he came up with was much better.
And I like fortune cookies and actually eat them!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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