He stood there waiting. She didn't come. Period!

Why does every blogger I seem to come across these days want to use a third-person voice to write fiction?

The problem with being a hypochondriac is that someday one of your fears will come true.

Do we go on living till we die? Or do we keep postponing death hoping we will learn to live soon?

If God appeared in front of you and told you that you were an idiot would you accept it and move on, or become an atheist so you don't have to believe what He said?

It's 6:00 am. I want to tell you that none of you really exist. You are all creations of my dream. When l wake up in half an hour all of you will cease to exist. So if there was ever something you wanted to do in life, now is the time.